also where do you put bags of chips. where do perfect people with insignificant cabinet space put crackers like those perfect people in europe with their closet kitchens people in new york. so many crackers not just saltines but the specialty the rice the fancy. so handy necessary for the quick come over the cheese the wine ready at hand a must have for the oh so sophisticated girl on her way to salons and such these are the types of journal entries I used to always write have tried to be more sensible as of late but now must exercise dead shopping amazon there is no bread box anywhere brain she is a rat.
why does the very imperfect girl want more dishes all the time different better dishes she should just bite off the real fiesta and be done cheaper things chip but she never wants dishes that match what a silly rub she would grow herbs and pronounce them british like martha stewart like on her windowsill but they will not do for that she doesn’t think though the one plant is flourishing in her dead granny’s planter quite a miracle that as she generally kills every sort of plant.
the imperfect girl has every sort of glass correct for every sort of drink dishes for entertaining that she does not do now also would like better chairs for dining room table so she might wish to entertain something comfortable a mismatch mess would be best sick of matchy matchy too much project runway the mind she is a rat.
how is it that perfect people perfectly organized women throw things away how can she convince herself it’s okay to throw things out with never a mind to future use with never a nod to the packrat mother god knows she doesn’t need all her papers every copy of every book all the books she will never read all the recyable things and things to be donated why do her intentions have to be good when company is over and they throw cans in the trash she is gut punch afflicted by the diet cokes in the can dear god the koreans told her in their country if you don’t separate your trashes they don’t pick up your trashes every single kind of your trashes. period.
damn. no writing and stupid obsess shopping makes the girl a stupid girl thing rat brain yes. by the way this is somewhat like the writing in the book it wants my attention I will not attend to it now the bottles are not sterile. the body wants something or other. maybe a beer. a carton a complete carton of cigarettes not that she would smoke more than ten but the world could end and just before on her way out the door she will be drunk on wine and choked with nicotine and then mushrooms will just be stools the deep woods fairy chairs tiny moss trees god gods she would like seems to need to go to church make it all the way through doesn’t seem to be the thing just now and god is no good alone just now I should like my people just now.
good for you for getting this far. good for you. I wouldn’t do it myself. perhaps I should have stuck to poems all these years.