I came home. It’s late and I am tired but hungry, I need my third dinner. Too much ugly-face crying today. I take my work clothes off b/c I don’t want to get them dirty(er). I don’t want to make food, so I eat my friend’s leftover chocolate birthday cake straight from the plastic Ziploc container, b/c otherwise I’d have to wash a dish. I’d get dressed, but why? Then I’d have to get undressed in like 20 minutes to take a shower. Now I am blogging.
So, to sum up: I am sitting naked in my studio, at my computer, telling pretty much no one about it, eating cake. AND IF YOU NEVER DO ANYTHING ELSE WORTH NOTING IN YOUR LIFE YOU DID ONE REALLY GOOD THING AND THAT MAKES UP FOR ANY REAL OR IMAGINED SINS YOU HAVE EVER COMMITTED. Damn, this is the fucking sweet life.