I keep trying to think of things to say in this. I've been listening to They Might Be Giants a lot. I'm so glad I have a CD player because my computer doesn't have sound. I wish it did, because I want to record some more songs. I should really just get a new computer, but I'm afraid because I've had this one since I was 16. And I hate laptops. They seem so insubstantial. I need something heavy-duty for the many random projects I use it for.
Last night I dressed up like a man and went to a gay bar. I didn't know a place like that existed--a public place to get drunk and dance to music that I could sometimes recognize (though I wasn't sure if I was supposed to dance like a man, and if so, how is a man supposed to dance?). I drew a sweet 'stache on my face. I would be a man just to have a mustache. Maybe people would respect me more with a mustache.
And now, pictures of my sleeping kitten. His face looks like a fetus face, and it's adorable.
I realized, after I had drawn the mustache, that I was wearing sparkly nail polish. "It's okay," my roommate said, "You can be a French man! They have good hygiene." She had drawn eyebrows and facial hair on herself that made her look creepily like our friend who used to be in love with me.