Ways in Which I Am Considerate.

Text message I just sent to my roommate Bouvardia (still test driving blog names for her):

Hey do you want me to drink your red wine for you before it goes bad?

I know, I’m the considerate roommate that you always wished you had.*






*If ever it seems like half the crap on this blog is just me finding myself entertaining, that’s probably because that’s what it really is. I mean, this is A BLOG after all. Anybody who chooses to hemorrhage their psyche all over the internets for fun probably does it because they find themselves fascinating already..
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The Unexciting Sort of Danger.

I’m drinking red wine from a bottle that has been open for more than a week, it tastes a little off. I should probably stop drinking it. Also, my wine glass is coated with a very fine film of dry dishwasher soap. So really nothing that I’m doing right now is a good idea.

Oh well, at least this lamp full of whale oil that is perched precariously at the edge of the table is casting a nice glow on all the kerosene-soaked rags I like to keep by the kitchen stove.

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Hobos and Their Wines.

So I was just trying to explain the difference between Manischewitz and Carlo Rossi by parsing out which type of hobo drinks which and then my new roommate Daffodil (still test driving blog names for her) asked if I was a ‘shitty wine connoisseur’, by which she clarified to mean, ‘a connoisseur of shitty wine’, to which I responded, ‘Yes.’

BTW,for future reference:

This is a Manischewitz hobo.



This is a Carlo Rossi hobo.