wig in a box

uh.
i don’t know, i feel like i should update more. but my life isn’t producing events that are worth writing about. except maybe yesterday, when i observed two blind people, a man and a woman, on a date. the woman was presented with a bouquet by the man in the dark glasses. she threw her head back in delight, brought the flowers up to her nose, inhaled. he took her arm and they ambled across the intersection, canes tapping out their way in unison. blind date, i thought, not so cleverly. yessssss. also yesterday, i sat in a park with this girl that goes to the art school downtown and makes coolshit and is overflowing with talent and i’m jealous and attracted all at the same time. we talked about wheatgrass and dogfighting and muppets. i kind of have a crush on her, seventh grade style, but then again, i kind of have a crush on you, too, so what’s the point. i guess the point is, she kissed me in the parking lot and i’m still not sure how i feel about it.
i’m going to have coffee or some other cliche date-type-beverage with this girl that i met last week. she gave me her number on a receipt from a bookstore, and i still don’t know what prompted our conversation other than i told her not to buy ugly jeans. we were at goodwill, exchanging coy glances over the racks. ha.
i get around, i guess. all of it is less than important. i’m really just distracting myself until such time that former gee eff gets her life in order and a place to live and cuts the rest of the ties with her not-really-girlfriend that she kind of can’t stand. if that made any sense. ah. i don’t sleep enough. but i haven’t been drinking and that’s a good idea.
nowwwww, i’m off with the queen and m.p. to purchase school supplies and maybe hookers.