Eternal WIP

Things are always a work in progress. I can never just commit to anything in my life. I can never just say that I'm satisfied with the way things are.

Number 5 (wip)
may 08-ish
oil on board
approx 16" x 30"

Feign

Me: Hey. Tell your cock I haven't seen him in a while. My vagina misses him.
Him: Yeah, we should all hang out some time.
Me: Yeah, bring your two friends.

Designated

Manfriend and I didn't plan on knocking out two bottles of wine on Wednesday. We didn't plan on winning $200 on the tables. And we sure as hell did not plan on ending up at Roberto's for mud tacos at 2 in the am.

At dinner we opened a bottle of chianti and then another. And then over conversation with my dad, Manfriend had three regulation shots of Crown and two beers. Past midnight, we're headed home and Manfriend is craving something greasy to soak up the alcohol; we end up at Roberto's. You only end up at Roberto's if you're really fubar. The food is just that bad .. good.

Between slurred sentences, Manfriend drunk texted friends, antagonizing, unrelenting.

More than being the desiignated driver, I like taking care of the drunk all the way to the sheets. Its gratifying. Its entertaining, too.

But I like waking up in the morning, smelling the funk of stale ciggarette smoke in my hair and laying two aspirin and a SmartWater on is night stand and nursing him back before I run off to win the bread.

Soma

"Je veux me reveiller, me reveiller avec toi."
          I want to wake up, wake up with you.

When Manfriend and I first subscribed to last.fm, we would watch eachother's scrobbling. We would compete to see whose rate of scrobble surpassed the other, whose gestalt looked radder than the other's.

We weren't living with eachother at the time. I was sleeping at his house some nights. Most nights.

The nights that I didn't sleep over, I would stay up ludicrously late and just listen to music. The next day I saw him, he'd accuse me of scrobbling while I was sleeping, scrobbling music that I wasn't truly listening to. But I was listening. I stayed up til 4 in the am because I have a hard time going to bed if I have to go to bed alone.

Even now. If he goes to sleep early, I'll stay up extra extra late. I postpone the inevitable. Which is going to bed to face a turned back and dispondent body, a lover that does not love. Almost as bad as going to sleep alone.

Noneffective.

I was at the gym today in a class when the fire alarm goes off. The other women in the class were seriously like, "What's that?" "I think its the fire alarm." And for the next twenty seconds or so, we just sat there and stared at eachother. The instructor of the class poked her head out to make sure the hallway wasn't smoking, she comes back and we resume with our granny pushups.

Normally when car alarms go off, people don't run to the source to investigate. They get pissed off at the annoying sound and run in the opposite direction. They should make car alarms sound more mellifluous. Like a female voice that makes sex sounds. I'd come running to that. I don't think car alarms deter thieves either. Joan Rivers' voice. That wouldn't be noneffective.