It’s burning in my bedroom right now and it smells amaze-BALLS! The bank shuts it’s door in 13 minutes, and I’m not going to make it. Glory, glory, glory—it’s another day being a hermit with my computer. I don’t feel bad though. It’s for a job. And when I become a hermit for a job, I don’t feel bad about it!
I have been editing this wonderful dance piece for an artist in New York, and I swear there was a point I almost cried. The dancers are so fluid, it’s like they become water in the middle of my screen. It’s like watching magic come to life. I think that’s why I like dance. You know, let me rephrase that. I know that’s why I like dance, and I know that’s why I like to make short films and stuff. Sometimes, it just feels like magic.
Like, I woke up this morning, smelling like yesterdays sorrows with a horrible ringing in my ear from the chanting of the people in my dreams: You’re a bad friend! Slut! You should never be alone with men!
And all that jazz. Apparently I was a slut in my dream, the funny thing is, I don’t think I did anything. It was like a witch hunt! Except I was kind of innocent, well not entirely, but I said, “I don’t remember a thing I was so freakin’ high!” Honestly, I have to stop eating late at night and watching SNL before going to bed. I don’t get high, and I am not a slut!
So yeah, I woke up pretty out of it today. My roommate came home around 1:00PM, and I was still in the attic typing away. She yells, “Dingo!!” And apparently her dog had pushed the sliding door open, gone into the bathroom, and made a nice little fort out of a pile of toilet paper and sheets. I was so out of it, I had not heard him do a single one of these acts. Good grief.
So I walk down, looking like an internet ad for Cal Gear (from head to toe), with disheveled hair, and the first thing I say is, “Wow, sorry…I literally have not come down once until now. Which reminds me, I have to brush my teeth.” That’s when we found out that he had gotten into the bathroom and torn out toilet paper, and eaten trash, and all the wonderful things dogs with bad habits do. Including chew up one of my roommates underwear. Gross.
Well, I am sure I filled you with enough details here, but the truth is I just needed to share that my cinnamon candle is pouring out some awesome Christmas Magic into my once stinky room. I feel like the holidays. The smell is so intoxicatingly beautiful, I went on Amazon to check out some weekly deals. I never shop online….wait….I never shop online.
Okay, now this candle magic is freaking me out.
See you, until next time I decide to vent!