what's that supposed to mean?

Yesterday morning I woke about 7 hungover. After doing a few things in haze I went back to bed and dreamed I walked into a public single-occupant bathroom. I went to the sink to wash my hands and felt a presence behind me. I look in the mirror and see my 2nd self floating in the upper back right corner smiling menacingly at my first self. I am seriously creeped out and turn back to the corner and the 2nd me is not there. I turn back to the mirror and 2nd self is there and sucks 1st self up into corner. I physically try to resist this and I wake up.

Everyone has their limits

I went home for Thanksgiving. My dad and I went to our local big box home repair store because I asked him to help me build a custom shelf for the corner by my stove. He also had to pick some supplies up himself. God I love to go on little errands with my dad. I just like a short drive soaking up some companionship with my daddio. Some of my favorite mental snapshots from my childhood is me and my sister riding somewhere with my dad in the old green F150.

So he's looking at spackle or something and I get distracted by a display of furniture pads. The kind you put under the legs of the couch to move. Also there were pads to help furniture to NOT move about. So I was thinking to myself, "I could really use this for my bed." It tends to relocated by feet when I have a lucky man in my bed. My dad comes over and asks me if I needed something. I turn around and start to explain what I want and if he thinks it would work. I get half a sentence out and I remember I'm talking to my father and stumble into an ending that doesn't have to do with me moving my bed when I'm having the sex with someone other than myself.

I didn't get the rubber stoppers. I'll do that on a solo trip I guess.

I'm get that other people can totally share everything with their parents. But as much as I like oversharing in general, I'm glad I have a few limits.

found a bike today

Went to my neighborhood bike shop today and found exactly what I was looking for. Not cheap but not fancy. I'm really happy that I found exactly what I wanted - solid single speed steel bike with bullhorns so my palms face each other but I'm not leaning way down. I'm also really happy I did it without any help from men who want to or used to date me.

Sure it's not the best time to shell out the cash, but my bike is too small, not me and kind of a money suck when I never wanted to keep it in the first place. When I rode this bike it felt so perfect. I need that in my life right now. I'll take 2 wheels and some wind in my hair. thanks.

Itchy Fingers

Sometimes I go to a store online and pick out everything I want as if money wasn't something I worry about. Just to see the end price tag and get out of there fast.
Currently I have Jeans that are frayers and sneakers that are worn out. No interest or time for bargain hunting. So I have itchy fingers.

pretty

I was on the train coming home and found a sweat next to an old lady reading a book and wearing a rather fetching winter hat. She looked like a tough old bird. I found her inspiring and busted out my book. I paused and let my eyes wander around the car. To the left of me was a knee and calf poking through a huge gaping hole the length of my arm in a faded baggy pair of jeans. Curious I look up and there is a boy about 17. He was surrounded by his skater punk brethren. He was looking serious and clutching a record in a music store record. They all were. They were quiet and subdued. Must have been a full day of playing hookey or something. He struck me as a good looking kid. Nice sort of Roman profile, kind face. I gave myself a crooked half smile when I got the urge to lean over and say "what's a pretty boy like you doing with a giant hole in your jeans, hmm?" I was on the edge of doing so, but didn't. I half wanted to be the crazy leary lady on the train. Wouldn't that be fun? Where oh where do I get those ideas from? I'm a shade too sane and shy to do it, but my it entertained me. It may just be a matter of time.

It was a good commute home.