/lit/ - Literature

>7:22pm: man in deli said ‘ladies first.’ sitting in car now. Treating my ass to a hot nasty Reuben, salt & vinegar chips, 1mg Xanax, coconut water. ‘waiting on the world to change’ by John Mayer played annoyingly symbolically.
>7:46pm: read Sam pink things while eating the hot nasty and thinking ‘when comes the part where he’s been in my backseat the whole time and knifes me like in ‘goodfellas” before he got to a similar part. Sandwich stopped tasting as good after a while. I’m driving to ikea again.
>7:51pm: ran over a tree, seems okay

>[some time before 1AM]: fell asleep during ‘the office’ and ‘grumbled’ childishly to bed
>[some time in the night]: woke distracted by the blue light of e-cigarette, moved it to my bag.
>11:50AM: woke from sex dream with the second guy i had sex with, one of the joaquin phoenix-looking brothers, who looked more attractive as he had aged. it felt really good. i was on top, we were both facing the ceiling. then i was outside tao’s old apartment in brooklyn and i think we were having sex standing up near a small pole, like a toilet plunger. tao said ‘i have new roommates’ as we walked inside. there were three 40-50lbs overweight women and six bunk beds in the room where the kitchen was. i said ‘where did your room go?’ tao said ‘it’s still here, you just can’t see it because of them.’ he asked if i could stay two nights and i thought ‘he wants me to stay two nights, sweet.’ one of the women was ‘lounging’ in a top bunk bed. she said ‘no not two nights.’ tao got in the bottom bunk of a bed and the top was empty and he motioned for me to join him. there was room for two people. i realized we wouldn’t have sex. the overweight women talking continuously and making food and tao and i were looking at each other and grinning and being like ‘what the fuck is this shit.’
>woke next to half a glass of milk by bed.

Suppose a mad God in a fuss
Went round the world on a bus
And for each kiss he blew
He ran over two
What good would ensue? Please discuss

>i hate laundry but it’s better than dying in the street
> ‘I like my women like I like my hummus: out, on the counter, becoming room temperature.’
>YOU GOT THIS BOBOLA
>DON’T SHRIMP THIS UP
>PEOPLE ARE DYING OUT HERE
>5:37pm: when I type ‘vegan’ know that I’m pronouncing it as ‘[rhymes with Megan],’ by the way
>I’m okay with not having sex for a long time because I feel like most guys are like, so funny and great and smart and oh wow, but then you find out they need you to watch them feed their exotic pythons with mice transmuted from sacred mage spells and like, extremely fast orchestral metal music playing, and NO LAUGHING ALLOWED THIS IS NOT FUNNY
>THIS IS SEXY
>BEHOLD THE POWER OF MY SEX SPELL, WOMYNTHING
>NOTHING WILL BE THE SAME AFTER THIS