day thirty texting

what are you doing?

i'm folding clothes, you?

i'm looking out the window
at a cat going under
the car.

I might try to make a mask
out of an empty ice cream box
later.

did you eat?
yes. again. running out of eggs
though.

need more wine?

yes, and almost out of vodka and toilet
paper
again.

what are you doing later, Netflix?

watched everything. nothing left
to watch.

watching a rerun of I dream of Jeannie,
and then

the match game on the retro channel.
I might try and read a book.

really, a book? wow. I remember those.

did you hear the news?
the latest death count?

our country has the greatest
numbers now.

we've made America great again.

nope, haven't watched the news.
done with the news. wake me when it's over.
I trust our government to fix
things.

lol

lol

what are you wearing?

boxer shorts, t shirt black socks.

sexy!

you?
bathrobe, I haven't washed my hair in
three weeks.
my scalp is itchy.

haven't shaved my legs either.
planet of the apes
over here.

see you on facebook later? more
stupid jokes

and stuff to read and hit
the like button. everyone's a jokester
now.

some new cat videos on there.

yeah, yawn. I might take a nap.

but it's only noon.

yeah, I know, but folding this
laundry
is exhausting.

maybe we can sext later, feeling
lonely and frisky.

maybe. if I can get to the liquor
store. I could use a bottle of
captain morgan.

love the captain, arrrgh.

yeah, okay.
bye for now. text me later.

k.