ding dong.

i eventually did make it to denise's, although one could argue that i wasn't truly clothed.

i've also been known to text my roommate from across the apartment to bring me things from the kitchen. in my defense the kitchen is much closer to him than i.


if my lazy were to actualize itself as this little girl, and an atom bomb of disapproval were to go off outside this window of revelation, that lace curtain would be the embodiment of the worth of that defense.