2002-12-10 || 11:32 a.m.

|| your cabinets are distressed. ||

that feeling. in someone else's house. someone else's dog. someone else's stand-up bass with the broken strings. the bedroom was in the attic and having gingerly climbed the stairs past kitchen ceiling to the top to find someone's else's bed, i thought the same thing he did. like goldilocks and the three bears. trying things on for size. and when we were back in the living room kissing and just beginning the fumbling of buttons and pushing away conversation for the matter at hand, the door was unlocked with someone else's key and all the lights came on simultaneously.

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