standing in leftfield

I turn on the TV and hear the shuffling of pages and the soft brush of cotton as Dammy attempts to cover his ears with two pillows. As soon as I'm done with my tea, I get up and go into the bathroom, leaving Dammy to read his Potato book in peace.

Of course, the place is spotless. This guy knows how to clean up after himself. I've never once had to ask him to put the seat down or any other cliche thing that supposedly goes on when men and women live together. I really don't understand the whole co-ed concept, because all my friends who live with men never seem to have a problem with their habits either. Unless my friends are just freaks or fuck-ups or something, I don't know.

I almost fall asleep in the shower, and when I'm done, I stumble onto the mat, my feet bright red - I like hot showers. HOT showers. So hot that my feet end up red and all my limbs feel completely lifeless and weak after I get out. I pull on a cotton robe and look in the mirror, realising for the first time the puffiness under my eyes and the drabness of my entire appearance. Of course, you'd think my sparkling personality would make up for all that...but you know.

I'm boring. I'm typical. That's what I think when I see myself in the mirror. My hair is brown, my eyes are brown. My lips are average, my nose is average, my eyebrows are average...it's all average. I let go of my hair and groan. I need a change. Something exciting or out of the ordinary has got to happen in my life soon, because if nothing does, I'll probably die of boredom.

I decided I didn't give a fuck today and spent the day in my room reading Douglas Coupland. Friends called, and Dammy ended up getting chatty towards late afternoon, so they pretty much talked to him rather than me. With my encouragement, of course. At around five, work called. Dammy tried to tell them I wasn't there, but they found me out. At five thirty, I was standing behind a cash register, being yelled at by an older woman from Jersey City because I forgot to give her half price on the dented cans, which I'm willing to bet she dented herself.