I've opened a new document on my computer, and I want to type, and I hear you in the kitchen talking to the cat, "You hungry? You want some food? Okay, in a minute," and I hear you turn on the water, and it's pouring into the sink, and then you turn on some music, and I hear you rustling through a plastic bag, and then the clanging of pans, and you sing along to the song, and I hear the clack-clack-clack of your knife chopping something, a tomato I hope, and now something is sizzling and a scent is drifting down the hall, and you announce, in your playful baby voice, "This is so upsetting! Where's the sour cream?" but it's rhetorical and I am typing, recording this brief moment, this 30 seconds of not thinking about anything else but us living our lives. "Babe!" you say. "What?" I say. "You should see this steak," you say. I've got to go see the steak.
~O~
: EVERY MOMENT IS LOVELY, YES :
9 x like a billion = how much I love you:
that's nice otto.
Aw, I like this sweet side of you.
This is wonderfully understated. I like how one can get equally inspired and/or distracted by the sounds and sights of everyday life going on ... when we should really be quite used to them.
Steak is always impressive.
just kidding.
but do you want to fight me now?
you guys can recreate the fight scene in old school.
i'll be blue.
Let's have a food fight like in "Animal House"
(but naked)
Dude, i'm in.
word test: skine
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