1. Friday, May 3, 2019

    there’s few things as satisfying as curing your own hiccups 

    sometimes the computer needs to have its cache cleared, maybe followed by a restart

    who am i to think im any different.

    i wanna go to palm springs this weekend with amber before it gets too hot

    and just lay by the pool for a few days

    but shes got this thing and that thing

    one involving a baby shower.

    can you imagine what sort of magician i would have to be to wrest a woman away from her best friend’s baby shower?

    so maybe next week.

    even though the entire idea is ridiculous.

    but what isnt ridiculous. i paid $3 extra to order thai food via the computer the other day, so i wouldnt have to pick up the phone and try to make it happen with a dude yelling on his end from a loudly busy restaurant.

    its all ridiculous. magnets, how do they work.

    only reason i have cats is because bukowski liked cats. not that i went out to get any, mind you, they were literally thrust upon my doorstep. but i am glad i have them even though they have figured out how to wake me up every morning for food

    the boy cat, prince, is chubby. my bad. i love him. he’s aggressive and always following me around like a roving reporter. he wants to witness my every move. the girl, michael, likes her beauty sleep. prince has things to watch.

    when i go out to get the paper in the morning he jumps from the couch and follows me to the door, just barely sticking his face over the threshold, sniffing at the welcome mat, squinting in the sun.

    michael will wake up long enough to lick herself, reposition, and dive back into dreamland.

    i think bukowski would have liked these two very very much.