today, i cooked oatmeal in a small pot because i wanted to eat nutritional yeast. the NY would have been lonely in my stomach without the oatmeal.
when i am cold i get very hungry. also, when i am cold my body feels lonely even if there are other people around.
tao lin called and said to paint his bike. he said, “you can choose the color.” i shook up ten spray paint cans at the store and waited for the ones that didn’t explode. i felt disappointed when none of them exploded. i put two cans under my jacket and pretended that they were terrorist boob jobs that would combust if somebody touched me. i felt nervous and ran to tao’s. he had put his bike outside. i sprayed paint by shuffling right to left. i sprayed paint by shuffling left to right. repeat. repeat. repeat. repeat. now one side of the bike is a pink and blue zebra doing a headstand. now there is a place where it looks like a bike was hit by a baby zebra atomic bomb. i feel depressed for tao lin’s bike. i pull my hair out fifty-seven times and make a wilted nest for sad birds.
