Is Clarity in My Coat Pocket With That One Dollar Bill and a Used Tissue?
I read my blog from yesterday, and it is hilarious. Obviously, clarity was not my strong-suit yesterday. So, go ahead and read it, but know that Brooxy is not my lover, and the only sensory experience I have in the laundry room is from Gain, my favorite smelling detergent, and I was noting Seth’s wonderful culinary skills, not any of his other skills.
I’m saving all my sense for when I’ll really need it. I think I’ve only been allotted so much.
How did I just now discover Pandora.com? I made my own random station with Radiohead, Sufjan Stevens, and Gillian Welch. My goodness, it really turned out some great music, and my heart is all a flip-flop over it. Wouldn’t dancing in the kitchen be a great way to go? Am I always this morbid? I think my next post is going to be morbid, too. I predict an ooshy-gooshy writing stage ahead, so hang in there with me.