cabin fever

nauseous-making paint fumes waft in my window from next door where they're turning brownstones into whitestones. stanky. did a whole lot of nothing today though great intentions loomed and dashed. instead my haircut dude got some dye on my forehead and we talked about the genre of film of single mom sacrifices herself so child (usually girl) can be brought back from evil's clutch. dark water; panic room; sequel to panic room that took place on a plane but also starring jodie foster; now silent hill which looks hilarious. OH MY GOD...WHERE DID HER MOUTH GO??? he was getting (he the haircutter) mythological—dropping eurydice and such—and i wondered why they keep making the same movie over and over and if it would be as funny as cabin boy (the one about the kids in the woods and the hillies who git 'em).

there's a guy who emailed me to ask me out. supposedly he owns a software company and runs marathons. but he doesn't have a digital photo of himself or access to one. now, i'm no miss google but seems to me that's akin to a baseball player not having a glove; or a rock and roller not having an electronic tuning fork on hand. i don't own a digital camera but i have a digital picture. and he's not one for chat and emailed simply, 'let's go out' which, if there's an email vibe, i can get behind. we've never spoken live and the email wit is not what i groove on, by which i mean, there isn't any. still, i said, sure, because i'm trying to be open minded and open hearted, but maybe you want to talk first, see if we have what all to dance around in the twostep they call flirt.

and i ain't heard from him since.