Jesus I’m an idiot when I haven’t had coffee.

I think this is the writer’s ex. They’ve become friends, but they bought this painting with an intimate subject, and it’s bringing up memories of their previous intimacy, hanging right in the bedroom of this new relationship, where it probably overhung them when they were together. Looking at it fills the writer with all these feelings of wondering how it isn’t them sleeping beneath the painting, like what happened that they aren’t there?

No idea, but whenever I drive by the Kelsey’s near me on a weekend night it’s packed. I really don’t get why anyone would eat there. It’s not any cheaper than independent restaurants.

Omigod

What hahaha.

Best fish fry on earth is held at the Legion. You could smoke indoors in a Legion until about 2010 I think? As long as people were done eating.

Army Navy Air Force baby.

I got interviewed by Entertainment Weekly for one of my Geocities pages.

I had freenet. It was like a party line in the 1930s version of internet. Basically you could have a little time online every day.

I had to telnet into chat rooms. We had no browsers. I was old before you were born.

Moi aussi. My Livejournal user number was 3 digits.

You feel me.

I used telnet talkers! No web browsers existed.

I regret nothing.

Prose really. But I like it.

I will. I have some nice red already and I’ll make some osso bucco. It sounds like perfect lazy Sunday food.

I should make osso bucco come to think of it.

Another one by her that’s really good. Food can be arousing.

https://poets.org/poem/souvenir

Most welcome. Here’s another longer one by her I like. https://poets.org/poem/souvenir

You are miles ahead of them on spelling.