had band practise yesterday. hoowah. we are the next RUSH except coooooler.
last nite some messed up guy came over to fil and i on the stoop and told us ten different things at once about music and rain and losing his bank card and growing weed except he was all muffled-speaking and slurry.
it was one of those boy i’m glad i’m not you moments.
fil gave me flowers for valentine’s day and they have to stay in the wine cooler machine fridge because cid is psychotic. they may as well be in the cupboard. at dinner i was like you never told me i am preeeeeeeeetty yet tell me i am preeeeeeeeeeetty until fil asked what was wrong with me. my new “thing” is to be fake pervy in such a way that is both awkward and embarassing. i raise my eyebrows and wink and do this effeminate and sleazy wave during movies and conversation.
it’s starting to catch on.
