It's almost 4:30 a.m. Do you know where your good night's sleep is? Cause I sure as shit can't find mine.
In a vaguely related note, the moon seems to be shining way too brightly tonight. Yeah, we get it, you look awesome with a mist shroud around you. Stop finding the cracks in my mini-blinds and assaulting me with your ego already. Sheesh!
Completely unrelated, a friend and I decided to start a book club and promptly agreed that only she and I could be members because we can't put up with other people's shit-opinions. That and this way each of us gets to pick way more books as we go along and there are less people to have to share the wine with at the meetings. I am super excited to engage in literary elitism with her.
Lastly, I ate smoked sardines out of the can today as I stood in my kitchen, watching the cats argue over which bowl of tuna belonged to whom (fish-tastic, I know) and I just about had an food-gasm right then and there. Actual moans of tastebud pleasure escaped my lips and I found myself whispering racy things about Portuguese fishermen and smoke-houses. A little creepy? Maybe, but you don't know sardines like I do.
2 comments:
Dude, can I apply to join your book club? I will bring my own bottle of wine, and trust, I hate stupid people, so I have a feeling that our opinions would coincide.
months late I discovered I have unmoderated comments. such a good blogger I am!
YES. you may join. location of meetings remains iffy, but that is not the point. The point is we are awesome.
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