My favorite form of punctuation is the ellipse. Because so...much can happen betwixt those three little dots...
Thursday, August 06, 2009
Chapter .573`1709
Then what. Well... Inside was a recording studio, as I'd expected. And there was various acoustic equipment to haul in and I stood there in my little black dress and high heel shoes that I had spilled a gin and tonic in back at the club, and watched the shiny shiny symbols get unpacked, and gazed upon the shelves and shelves covering the wall of amazing, obscure jazz music and I thought this was where he lived, this was his basement apartment that he'd told me about, so I ask where his bed is because I'm looking around and I don't see one and he says, "Oh. I live upstairs. I live with my mom."
Oh.
So then we head upstairs and I see the first gnome and say, where's the bathroom.
And in there are doilies and racoon cartoons and I wash my hands and join him in the kitchen and he says, "Do you want something to drink?" and I think, hell fucking yeah, I do. And he says, "We have juice and water and...milk?" And I think, fuck me what the hell have I gotten myself into.
That's when I spot the first hedgehog. I think it was a part of the napkin holder or paper towel holder or something in his mother's kitchen.