Be My Guest / Spreading The Love / Week 9 / Day 4
Sounds shared by Sarah McKemie [ Look Here ]
Rhys Chatham - Die Donnergötter(The Thundergods) - Guitar Trio
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Original words by Heather M. Braatz [ tumblr ]
I cooked lobster.
I can’t find the butter.
1/2 lb. Butter I just bought
because the butter I had in the fridge
has gone missing. I’m furious.
Fuck it, it’s just some goddamn butter.
It’s the principle of it, though!
Do I gotta write my name on everything?
Write name on all foods purchased.
Consider confrontation with roommates.
Make Lobster Bisque after quick dash to store.
Cook angrily until you realize you have band
Practice tonight, which is… what?
Monday? Tuesday? Don’t even know.
Invite Fuckbuddy over. After all, it’s bisque for him.
Finish cooking, feel especially guilty for
Being so mad about the butter and too
Selfish/greedy to share without reluctance.
Invite Guitarist over, embarassed at forgetting
About tonight’s bandpractice.
Fear that I’m losing my mind. (Dementia?)
Wonder, if I were a bleeder, would I be a
Fuckin’ geyser right now, or what?
Find out that Fuckbuddy won’t be over for another hour.
Wonder if I get upset because I’m crazy and
Have uncontrolled emotions, of if indeed I
Should be feeling less than priority.
Immediate decision that I am a witless neurotic.
Blind forgiveness of Fuckbuddy and all his actions.
Taste lobster bisque to check doneness.
Overwhelming sense of peace and well-being
Over what surely will prove to be my outdoing.
Best served with a side of rational thought and restraint
Over a generous helping of cold reserve, chilled overnight.