Friday, August 06, 2004

Blacks, Mediums & Lights

If the dryer had one of those porthole windows out on the front, I'd sit in the laundry room and wave at the socks that go by and wink at the underwear that's dancing with the towels. So thankfully for you, dear reader, I have a boring dryer with a covered opaque front so I end up spending my time surfing and writing about my currently, as I'm sure you've gathered already, mundane life.

No one's home and I'm alone, which is best. The tv's on in the living room and the computer's on in the office and I'm busy making a helluva lotta noise on the keyboard. I hope that they do leave on Saturday so that I have the house all to my sexy/lonesome self. Perhaps if I'm lucky, the paperboy is cute and will deliver the weekend paper where I'll seduce him in a black teddy and two pigtails. We will then make sweet passionate love in the yard to ensure he doesn't trail any mud on my carpet. You see, I'm a clean fucker.

Snapping my fingers in front of my face and realising reality, I'm fucking bored. I had a tuna melt for lunch which melted not. But that doesn't make it bad... just different. I am also currently being bugged by this fly that seems to be caught between the blinds and the window. Speaking of blinds, in Spain, they seem to have their blinds on the outside of their windows. Which, once again, doesn't make it bad... just different.

I caught up on my blog reading today. I have so much time to do jack shit. Honestly. I wanted to smoke but realised that we don't have smokes in the house except for the Spain ones which are more than a week old and have Spanish cautionary words on it and are rather strong. So no. That won't do. I also have the DFS smokes that are sitting in the cupboard but I don't want to open a new pack because of sentimental reasons. Okay, not sentimental, just generally don't want to waste a fresh pack for ONE measly smoke when there's a decent open pack in his car which is not in the fucking driveway because he's at work. Why am I fucking explaining myself in such lengthy manners? Because I'm bored?Why yes. Why not.

Now I'm sure you must be thinking that I MUST have some better news than what I had for lunch and my current dryer status, and you're right too, but I have yet to put it into words. I have yet to admit those words to myself. I have yet to actually KNOW what I'm feeling. Exactly and truthfully. I keep contradicting my system. It's been weird. I had this random flashback of Holland Village earlier and I immediately had this nauseous, tummy-flip feeling that resembled my "embarrassed" reaction. So I don't know whether that's a positive thing or negative thing. Whether I felt that way because I was thinking of some bad situation in Holland Village or whether the thought of home gave me the eebie-jeebies. I miss home, honestly, but Singapore's starting to look really small. Familiar... but really small. And my mind wanders to those I've left and my heart aches but in strange ways. Ah well. In time I'll figure it all out I guess.

And my laundry's done (the darks for those who are interested) and I'm gonna put my shit back in its place. Good afternoon.


::me:: at 16:43