sognato e affogato per te
Oct. 19th, 2001 09:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aslantin my dreams this morning i made lists. i swam like i haven't in a long while. this new sheet is my undoing. i float all over the bed; i destroy my solitude.
i fucked up my knee yesterday. it is swollen and painful. crunch, crunch. ice/heat/ice/heat every twenty minutes, mommy says. ibuprofen, c says.
last night we had an American dinner, subverted though of course since we are rebels, dottie. c and i conjectured in hysterical laughter over poor aaron in absentia because we just want to know, damnit, if he's gay or not. such a sweet boy, reticent. a laugh like a label sifting off of a bottle. we make lists of who is coming to the party later this month. it will be spectacular. we're thinking of a godfather theme, leave it playing in the background as we consume our rations of wine and cheese.
j came home late and pensive. no chicago after all. the situation grows thornier by the day.
cat powers covers cd on the stereo; depressing me needlessly, needling me. must get ready (or not) for the interview! for ny! for the busride! for everything.
a and i are become a pause. i am virtuous now, even though it was fun for a while, all that vice and sin like rich rich food filling me up. we empty it out now, all the rooms and papers of misled times.
i fucked up my knee yesterday. it is swollen and painful. crunch, crunch. ice/heat/ice/heat every twenty minutes, mommy says. ibuprofen, c says.
last night we had an American dinner, subverted though of course since we are rebels, dottie. c and i conjectured in hysterical laughter over poor aaron in absentia because we just want to know, damnit, if he's gay or not. such a sweet boy, reticent. a laugh like a label sifting off of a bottle. we make lists of who is coming to the party later this month. it will be spectacular. we're thinking of a godfather theme, leave it playing in the background as we consume our rations of wine and cheese.
j came home late and pensive. no chicago after all. the situation grows thornier by the day.
cat powers covers cd on the stereo; depressing me needlessly, needling me. must get ready (or not) for the interview! for ny! for the busride! for everything.
a and i are become a pause. i am virtuous now, even though it was fun for a while, all that vice and sin like rich rich food filling me up. we empty it out now, all the rooms and papers of misled times.
