put em on put em on put em on me

Cathy visited for the 4th and redeemed the occasion for me. Then I didn't have to go to work so we got to watch World Cup together.

(I can eat my dinner in a fancy rest-au-rant...)

I was just thinking what a dumb idea flavored lubed condoms are. I mean I guess to each their own safe sex practice, but who wants to eat lube?

(I went to the doctor and guess what he told me, what he told me?...)

I suppose this means it's time to read about "the morpho-logic in Irigaray and Deleuze" before my brain unravels before I pick up the phone in a homonormative act of affection.

(Nothing compares, noth-ing compares, to you...)

ps wouldn't it be cool if I could make a zine instead of a thesis?

blessings manifold

After work I went to the ocean and said a couple prayers with the half-filled moon throbbing down on my shoulders. Annnd yeah, absolutely everything is enchanted. Walking home I felt like if I touched anything it would melt.

Equally mundane: fuck, I need to write a CV, toutesuite! Help.