Real life desicions: Should I belt my trousers today? They are a bit loose. i can pull them off without undoing them. But wearing a belt on low-rise pants is more often than not uncomfortable, it digs into my hipbones. My sweater is more of a tunic so any thing that might show and be inappropriate for work (especially my work) is covered. But are my pants going to slide a notch below lo-slung? Like "bend over and they pop off your bum" low? I can't forsee how the day will unfold now. It might get bad, depending on my pant actions. I am giving myself 25 minutes to make the choice.
It's snowing this morning. I was sitting having coffee and a white truck pulled up and I was hoping for a minute it was a parcel truck because I'm expecting a Book (NARS: Makeup Your Mind), A bra (brand new with tags! CK Shimmer 34B $12.99 Buy IT NOw etc. from Ebay) and face cleanser from a shop in Greece. (I can't find Korres ANYWHERE in Vancouver anymore)
So this white truck. It was the milkman for my neighbour. He looked off balance trying to lug a crate and not slip on the road. This started a string of imaginings: What if he fell. The milk might break! The Milk would mix with the snow. What poetics in space that would be, the milk mixing with the snow, both the same colour. You couldn't tell what was lost aside from the broken bottles. He would be kind of mad, but its not really a big problem, because the milk is easily replaced; there's more in the truck. He might cut himself accidentally on a shard of bottle and then there would be MILK AND BLOOD in the snow. And it starts sounding like a Kiki Smith or a Candy Jernigan.
All the time I'm thinking this, my sweater is itching me, because wool fibres are covered in little hooks and they are poking their little hooky burrs into my skin pores.
My brain hurts and my cat is drooling on my hand.
It's snowing this morning. I was sitting having coffee and a white truck pulled up and I was hoping for a minute it was a parcel truck because I'm expecting a Book (NARS: Makeup Your Mind), A bra (brand new with tags! CK Shimmer 34B $12.99 Buy IT NOw etc. from Ebay) and face cleanser from a shop in Greece. (I can't find Korres ANYWHERE in Vancouver anymore)
So this white truck. It was the milkman for my neighbour. He looked off balance trying to lug a crate and not slip on the road. This started a string of imaginings: What if he fell. The milk might break! The Milk would mix with the snow. What poetics in space that would be, the milk mixing with the snow, both the same colour. You couldn't tell what was lost aside from the broken bottles. He would be kind of mad, but its not really a big problem, because the milk is easily replaced; there's more in the truck. He might cut himself accidentally on a shard of bottle and then there would be MILK AND BLOOD in the snow. And it starts sounding like a Kiki Smith or a Candy Jernigan.
All the time I'm thinking this, my sweater is itching me, because wool fibres are covered in little hooks and they are poking their little hooky burrs into my skin pores.
My brain hurts and my cat is drooling on my hand.
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and, hun, don't sweat the tori-sleep-over-plan's collapse. i really didn't want to have to be further east of commercial. it was very sweet of you to offer and i'm much obliged. we have been having luck, though and i will find out this morning weather or not we got an apartment that's one block from where we live now.
fingers crossed!
xo
p.s. what's this about sunday? i hope to see you! if not sooner.