Email to K, 10:16 a.m. (from S, obvs)
I sold my desk. On craigslist. Yesterday.
So my apartment is completely pristine except that everything that was in/on my desk is in a neat pile on the floor. And my room has one big blank wall that I think I should project movies or maybe Soul Calibur onto.
And now I need a new desk.
Haiku(s) for my desk:
Oh, Ikea desk
You were small and ugly
And not how I like
Sold to a Polan
Who looked just like Ben Kingsly
My stuff in a pile
Then, at 11:10 a.m.
K: Go to failblog and watch “All Aboard the Fail Train.” The Japanese are ridiculous.
S: I fucking love Japan.
Haiku to Japan:
Oh Japan, my love
Your subways would kill me dead
Hello Kitty, too.
(today is, apparently, a Haiku kind of day)
