3/16/20

watching jersey shore from the beginning for the first time on hulu, so much more satisfying than the current airless formalism of reality tv, so human and rich, sammi and ronnie going to play mini golf together on the boardwalk, the feeling of being hungover in the summertime

my improvised kalbi marinade (soy sauce, maple syrup, rice vinegar, garlic salt, black pepper) turned out well and we had sundubu and rice, korean food worth it even though there are so many dishes to wash

it was sixty degrees and sunny out and d and i both realized we were about to uncharacteristically go on a walk at the same time and so went together, such a treat, vitamin d

there's a hole in one of the pillows of the couch and i finger the fluff through it and it's very satisfying

real life by brandon taylor, so jagged

d, drying her hair, said something to me, but i was writing about fingering the pillow and didn't hear her until the end, and then i said, "wait, what did you say?" and she was surprised and overjoyed that i didn't hear her, which of course made me want to know, so i asked her, and then as she inhaled to start talking, i perched my fingers above the keyboard and began to transcribe—"i like when objects in a mystery box are really much better than - are you typing this - than what i expected. they're just so good and every time i use it i'm just...i don't know what the word...is. satisfied? smug? stop. oh my god"—and then i stopped.