how monday might go

i'll wear the same thing as i wore on saturday but it won't matter because i won't see any of the saturday people today. i'll probably be out of style, but i won't care because i won't know {i'm still watching project runway from 10 seasons ago}.
and i might not wash my hair. is that gross?

i will plan on finally mailing out the last of my Christmas presents, but probably won't get around to it til later in the week. my friends will worry that i don't love them, and then they will remember that i'm rarely on time with things like this. they might even be happy that i haven't changed, because everything is changing and things that stay the same are sometimes comforting.

ke$ha will get more radio play than the shins. ke$ha. that won't matter either though because i listen to playlist.com instead of the radio. but it actually will matter a little bit because it's the principal of the thing. i will get a little bit mad.



i'll sit on the couch and watch my friends live their lives over the internet as they document every bit on facebook from waking up at 7 am to being mad that they are stuck at the grocery store behind a family of 12 who is doing their monthly shopping trip to being very happy that they married such a wonderful person. they will post shiny happy pictures and heartbreaking relationship status updates and i'll miss going for coffee with them and wonder how their smiles are when they're not posing for pictures. i'll think about calling them but i won't because i hate the telephone. i'll wonder if that's a good enough reason. i'll send a snail mail letter or two.

 i'll clean the house, while listening to the old brand new cd. i understand how that sentence might confuse you if you don't know that brand new is a band.

 i'll run out of dish soap. i'll run out of paper towel. i'll run out to the grocery store and slip on some ice. i'll run to the bakery, forgetting that it's closed on mondays. i'll stand in front of the door and look sad for half an hour in hopes that the baker will see me and bake me a loaf of whole wheat bread just because. i'll wish for croissants but i won't push my luck.

 i'll go for lunch with liz and to the craft warehouse with becky. because we're going to make a thing and i'll make supper for barclay and he'll like it even if it's not good.

 but first, i will eat brekkie and brush my teeth and doodle on a piece of paper i found on the floor.