May 7th, 2004



This morning I bid farewell to my brother and his friend Blake, who’d been crashing in my apartment since last Saturday. No more tripping over suitcases and inflatable mattresses! No more forced exposure to “the smooth sounds of jazz!” (Not that I have a problem with jazz per se, it’s just that my preferences lie more on the Raymond Scott/Sun Ra end of the jazz spectrum.) No more unfamiliar pubic hairs in the shower! (I know, I know, TMI.)

Solitude! Blessed, glorious solitude!

And Dad wonders why I haven’t settled down with a nice boy yet...
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