i think i’m gonna live in men’s pajama pants for the rest of my life

any way i do think it’s hilarious when a man named mike picks up a dryer he thought was easy to fix bc a woman doesn’t know better when i was behind that dryer already with my tools and i hauled it out to the curb myself

omg he won’t write back what a coward

sometimes i have to palate cleanse between reading materials to keep at it

any way all hail aarik the hero who bought me a caramello and let my roast go unchecked

why didn’t you say the pubes one

that are worthy of our attention. where we cast our gaze and what it found. diamond in the rough. so we publish dozens of book reviews before we decide it’s all becoming tedious and give only a thumbs up or down. we save our thoughts for that dinner party we have once a year. you had to be there

you call in a gardner behind my back. i think i’m dickon over here one with the plants but no you’re just indulging me a grand illusion. we do that for each other with great delight. when we’re social it’s to talk about books. that’s where we give the thumbs up and down. those stories people told

with everything you’d need to extend your stay for a week. we have people come to see us: a tailor, a barber, a chef. you’re known for your music tastes which are alarming in their precision and me for my flavor profiles that zig and zag between hilarious and effusive. we have a garden and sometimes

articulate it well.

how do we parlay our great taste into a life you asked me and i think you meant it like a living but i already had an answer. cheese and a nice fireplace and wood beams and a chandelier. clothing we buy for the texture. trips to faraway places that are remote yet stocked