A dozen roses from our anniversary, still wrapped and tied, are resting horizontally on the kitchen table. They have been there, unmoved, for three days. I'd put them in a vase, but they're going to die anyway. They're flowers.
Maybe this isn't a good attitude to have.
I'm just not girly enough to appreciate flowers anymore. I want something more fun. Like a drumset, or a dildo. I don't really need either of them, but I like the idea of owning a big black dildo. I could even drum with it, hey!
12:05 p.m. - 2007-06-07