i am sick

i haven’t eaten yet today

i am reading shopgirl despite having already seen it and i can’t stop thinking about steve martin lusting after claire danes. it’s a nice read and makes me want to starve myself again. good timing too cos there’s a wedding on saturday to attend.

we are going to watch that pimp documentary or at least i am.

we argued about rocky all day on gchat about bringing him here for a little while. we are going to do a trial-run soon i hope it works out. since my grandma is dead the house is being sold and my dad is figuring out his life i guess he needs a cat-break but i know they will be reunited cos they are best friends.

i barely opened my mouth all day somedays if no one calls i don’t speak til fil comes home from work and even if i go out to buy food i can get by on just nodding at cashiers and smiling it’s like a test the lengths i’ll go to avoid verbal interaction. i am not sure if speaking to the cat counts. i guess it does.

i guess i got too braggy about how i rarely come into contact with other people and therefore skillfully avoided getting september sickness like everyone got this month so what’s gestating within me now is hand-me-down sickness, secondhand triplehanded bullshit. next september i will be ready and i will not go near anybody until november.

i am tired of my right nostril dribbling stuff.

i think it’s neat tho that humans can “get sick” like it’s just this thing that is part of life like oh ok we won’t be seeing johnny for a few days and it’s completely normal.

i like to think that on other planets people get something else like wicked long pink hair and vomit rubies and this huge black bear shows up and babysits for a day or two and then just leaves. i wonder what it would be called.

“mom i think i’m GETTING SHITZOED AGAIN!”