the crime comes last of all

an exercise in blurring the truth.

Saturday, October 29, 2005

wasting my time in the waiting line

God, you're such a jackass. Carthartic, write it out, write it all out of you.

Sexually predatory, every time you get drunk and she never says anything, which is awfully polite of her because you can't imagine she responds to it in any way. What a terrible person. You're going to the special hell.

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

planet, schmanet, janet.

She wants to create. She wants to learn, she wants to make castles out of grocery bags and twine with a secret ingredient, love. She's jittery and tired up to the brim, and she just wants to take a seat and relax, spread herself out and make beautiful things with yarn and paint.

Sunday, October 16, 2005

something about that is just. . .unsettling.

You need to relax. It's like there's a ferret stuck inside your belly, between your kidneys and your ribcage and he won't stop wiggling and settling. God damn, sex. Maybe it's something to do with homework, gets you all riled up. Maybe it's other things, other reasons.

In a hundred different worlds-without-shrimp, where certain things were different, they would probably have resolved this by fucking. Or a fistfight. Whatever. But you can't take this passive-agressive harping much longer, and there must be some kind of reason for it because you haven't changed, but he all of a sudden has turned into this cranky, girly, mess. If you didn't know better, and if you had different taste in. . .wel, if you had a taste for men at all you'd be making certain assumptions that you feel it's egomaniacal to make under the circumstances.

Didn't Jennifer Aniston make a movie like this? You feel like Paul Rudd.

Thursday, October 13, 2005

i have something to admit. i love. unicorns.

It smells like apple cinnamon and butter in here, and how do you ask that? Where is the greeting card for I know you want to be friends, and I'm sort of nursing a crush but more than that I'd just like to have some friendly sex because after you've done it, not doing it makes you hornier than when you hadn't been doing it at all? Hallmark should make some of those.

You think she's so, so pretty and you want to like her, but "I sleep with a neuroscience student" makes a lousy t-shirt. Although if things work according to plan, she will be.