again chelsea :)

"i wasn't kissing her, i was just whispering into her mouth."
-harpo marx

just a time stamp: you know, i really dislike drunk frat boys groping cooing, heavily made up, flirtatious girls in the laundromat. really.

(sigh)

BUT it was almost made up for, when a shy stumbling boy with stubborn hair smiled when i agreed to show him how to wash his clothes. later on at the dryers the inevitable happened, as usual; underwear falls out of the dryer and lands on some guy's shoe and he usually smirks or leers. it landed on his shoe this time. and he didn't mind, and it wasn't so embarrassing. loveliness after all of that drunken fingerfucking.

blarh.

i want life to be pretty sometimes; it's a problem i need to work on, i think. more and more.