I’m alone. And my mom is dead. And so
I am getting stoned very
Very
Stoned.
Even though both kids are here
And it is very late.
It only getting later. I should sleep my eyes are closed even as they’re open And still I may go take another few hits. Because I am the mother. And I am here.
And I just want to
I cleaned the bathroom but do not look in my closet. And I did dishes and also swept
And laundry.
We had a good day at the dog park too.
I just heard the best song in a random Spotify-created playlist.
Why no one tell me
Fiona Apple released fetch the bolt cutters last April, which may have singlehandedly saved my soul during this pandemic.
Her new cover of Sharon Van Etten’s love more may not have the same soul-saving effect but it is still lovely and perfect and maybe it can save something small inside me?
If you need to clean the house, especially the bathroom, may I recommend getting stoned and then listening to fetch the bolt cutters on your headphones. preferably when the house is empty or asleep. The rage (of cleaning, of the patriarchy), combined with the sweet release and relief this album provides, and then paired with weed… well what can I say, it all works together to turn the maddeningly mundane into sheer transcendence.
No, really, I swear.
Scrubbing away the urine left behind by your ungrateful disgusting children will not feel as crushing. Or maybe still crushing but less lonely in its crushingness?
Temper my hatred with peace.
Sure sure good idea Christa. Stay up super late again on a school night, watching a movie you’ve seen a million times (on cable no less, with commercials!) and it’s okay because it’s so good, it never stops being good no matter how many times you watch it. Aliens is excellent, yes, we love aliens, but alien is even better (let’s forget 3 and 4 were ever made), and we like Prometheus (oh boy do we like that movie), and Covenant too.
I love how wet everything is in this movie. The alien of course but everything else too, who knew freighter ships in outer space were so wet.
