They didn’t know how it had come to this but there he was, haphazardly pushing tape into the carpet. It was pitiful to watch. The tape kept sticking to his fingers then pulling out the carpet fibers so it’d lose its stickiness. He’d rip off the parts that got too fuzzy and reapplied fresh tape. In the end the line was a messy patchwork that widened and narrowed randomly, but he had successfully created a border to separate her from him.
A scented candle, juniper–her favorite, had been thrown, shattering a porcelain mask from Venice. It wasn’t until the flight home, when, bored, she took it out of her carry-on to examine its craft and discovered it was made in China. Only later did she realize traditional masks were supposed to be made of paper mâché. Hearing the mask shatter was oddly gratifying but she wouldn’t admit that. She was intent on staying fucking pissed.
He had dodged the candle only to stumble into the table. She was yelling something about not fulfilling his end of the bargain and he couldn’t remember when his relationship turned into a business transaction. All he had was a feeling to go off of and apparently what she wanted was tangible proof. But he was never one to keep receipts. He made decisions and never looked back. She, it seemed, suffered buyers remorse at least every other day.
They lived in a small apartment in Brooklyn. She had wanted it because the only window had a ledge just wide enough for her African Violets. Four hundred square feet, the apartment measured 20 by 20 with a door directly in the center of one wall. The tape split the door down the middle. He got the side with the couch–he was angry, but still a gentleman–and she had the bed. They had nowhere else to go and so attempted to create separate worlds with paper and adhesive.
That would be their only rule for now–he would stay on his side, she on hers.
I have a few rules, so does Crispy.
ryan has a tube of deodorant in his desk drawer. i caught him using it one time and he got embarrassed, then annoyed that i had caught him. then, on one rather rare occasion, i found myself in need of a little refreshening and borrowed said deodorant and proceeded to smell like a high school dude for the rest of that day.
anyway, that was just an excuse to lead into this:
today, ‘bang’ was used in one sense of the word and i got offended [flashback: 13-year-old self and my quasi-boyfriend-slash-not-really-boyfriend-so-i-call-him-my-close-encounter-with-a-jesus-lover]. but now i’ve got my hair pinned in multiple places as i try to muster the courage to give myself some bangs…all while hair is covering my eyes and i think that this may compromise the end result.
[update: i’ve given myself bangs and overlooking the fact that i nicked my lower eyelid, they don’t look too shabby — or rather, just shabby enough!]
someone recently asked me what type of guys i liked. i said i liked jews [note: not exclusively. just that past trends have pointed to this conclusion, and my old boss has always said you need three to establish a trend, and well, there have been four.], a response that unexpectedly sparked a series of follow-up questions i couldn’t really articulate adequate responses to — disregarding the fact that i’ve never really been all that articulate and disregarding the notion that i’m pretty sure jewish and asian pheromones [it’s science!] are somehow more magnetically [or just end up in similar places? law of proximity?] drawn than other interracial couples…or maybe it’s cultural [$$$$$] similarities? who knows. who ever really knows. i’ve spent so much time trying to articulate why asian festishizers are wack, but little to no time examining my own preferences–or rather, excusing slash dismissing my own [hippo-crit]. to that end, i’m going to further complicate attempts at rationalizing this by citing an emotional response i had to this scene i was recently reminded of and it made me feel kinda nice on a monday morning, you know? i don’t.
how was spain
Holland: did tooms go too
Terry: nope just me and jess
Holland: just the two of you? but who makes sure you guys dont die of alcohol poisoning?