No Name Series, vUnknown Part Unknown

remembered as, seattle; wa 14 march 2008
Today two great things happened:
1) Driving back into my parking lot the opposite way I saw someone painted, so very carefully, a molar onto the trash bin.
2) Someone in my building succumbed to the ultimate romantic cheesiness and set out a trail of rose petals from the back door to their apt door. It was fucking brilliant, to know that people still lay themselves out like that.
Bravo, lady or man, who doesn’t give a fuck other than to let the person who you’ve gone mad for know that you’ve gone mad for them.
I smiled a wide fruit mouth smile all the way from the back door to my apt door, even though it wasn’t meant for me. It didn’t matter.
Alternately:
I was mashed, once again, against the wall on which it is written that the things that people (often) find most beautiful about me are the things I (often) wish weren’t the case about me.
(this is most probably my problem to sort out and get right with, but still…)
The thing they don’t understand is that these are exactly the things that set me apart (in [often] a painful way) and leave me wondering why I am so keen to find someone who makes me feel just the slightest bit uncomfortable to spend so much time by myself.
I mean, just, you know.
It’d be nice to feel itchy about that–to have it feel not so incredibly comfortable.
(but yeah, you know, “hey slow Jane, make some sense; Slow, slow Jane, cross the fence…hey slow Jane, live your lie; Slow, slow Jane, fly on by” and all that.)
Lastly, I am so interested in something disorienting,
so long as it’s real, and so long as it means even the smallest thing
(to either of us).
But you know what else?
After my doctor’s appointment today, when I was waiting at the pharmacist, I bought a new shade of lip gloss,
and tonight I took what was probably the best bath of my life,
and I’ll be rolling around in bed soon smelling from top to toe of coconut, and gardenia, and even the slightest (and therefore perfect) hint of cream,
and in the morning I’ll probably bury my face in my newly set pillow cases and inhale nothing but everything about me,
and for better or worse I can guarantee you this:
In my half awake early Saturday morning negotiation of accepting a new day that fact alone will get me out of bed.
And, really, how many people can claim to be so easy?
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