monday is trying to fuck with me..i've typed that sentence 3 times.
at first it was like this..mondao;u igz tyis;o to fucjk
monday made me wake up at 5:50.
which is not quite 6:00 but not 5:30.
and what that means is that it's too early to consider getting out of bed and too late to actually go back to sleep.
so i just laid there and thought about some shit.
gosh, this weather is awesome. so warm and springy. maybe that's why i feel like there are wet blankets on my eyes and a bucket of mucus set up on a trigger to pour salty booger slime down my throat every 3 seconds. it's like the nickelodeon slime show in there.
wow...that episode of girls last night was so fucking good i can't wait to watch it again.
adam driver longtime.
but also this..
it has taken me 3 years (?) and 3 attempts to understand the allure of this show.
i mean, yes jon hamm..but it was just so crawling and listless i found my mind wandering constantly.
but i think..i think..now, i get it.
it's the atmosphere.
the whole time i watch i think...at this time in history my grandparents were in their prime.
so in a way, i feel like i am learning something about them.
weird though it may be.
that's what keeps me coming back at this point.
i am sure in the weeks to come you might have to come rouse me from a mad men k-hole.
a few of you are not on board with my mattress/sofa idea.
and there were some valid points.
for one..i learned that indoor/outdoor fabric is great for resisting mold and mildew and stains.
but not so great for every day use.
in other words...it pills.
and maybe that it might look like a giant maxi pad on my floor.
and sadly, one i can't seem to shake.
i attached some casters like these:
what if i also had the box spring skirted?
and now it looks like a fancy maxi mad.
with blood stains.
someone find me a new sofa.