You would not believe the sheer volume of items I have run through the dishwasher over the past two days. Every single pot and pan and dish and glass and kettle and mixing bowl and cutting board and utensil and fan blade in the house. In they go schmutzy, out they come sparkling. I will never get tired of that. At various points of the weekend, I was seen looking around for increasingly esoteric random things to put in the washer, just to have another chance to pour in more Cascade.
Also yesterday, while my Boy was a) at work and b) in Queens retrieving his own stuff, I had something like twelve hours in the apartment, alone. If I have your phone number, expect to be receiving more phone calls from a boy slavering to hear another human being's voice.
Today I am rocking a new outfit, by the way. Assembled from clothes I have had for years, mind you, but in a whole new combination. Dark grey Garbage t-shirt, "Shut Your Mouth" emblazoned on the front in sky blue dots. Lighter grey short-sleeve button down, open. New jeans (yes, even with the paint stain on the behind). Black leather wristband with chain, and new aviator sunglasses. I felt like the coolest kid on the train today. Which, might I add, was an EXPRESS train that took seventeen minutes to get me from 7th Ave in Brooklyn to Herald's Square. Rock the fuck ON, yo.