21-25/365

21/365  - January 22, 2011

Two douche-bros penned me in on my bus seat and started being super creepy/hitting on me/talking about me when I wouldn't respond.

All I could do was shake my head to every question they asked, looking firmly out the window until I bolted to another seat.

I texted Matt to meet me at my stop, in case they followed me off.

You always think in those situations that you'll stand up for yourself, you'll say "LEAVE ME ALONE"

But in the moment? I forgot how to speak. I shrank in on myself as small as I could go. A grown fucking woman cowering on the bus.

Fucking fuck.

22/365 - January 23, 2011

This is Stanley. At least, I think that's what his owner told us she named him. Matt's convinced she said Stewart. Usually I call him "Sweetheart," "Handsome," or "Boyfriend."

In any case, he is the biggest, most bold, slut-cat I've ever met. He runs at you when he sees you, plowing his head against your legs or hand if it's within reach, he follows you to your door and he zips between your legs to run in ahead of you, whether it's to your house or the basement as you try to get your bike in or out. He just wants to be loved by you in any way he can force out of you. He perches on our window ledges, both outside the kitchen and the living room, and if you won't open your door when he meows he starts clawing the screens. When you shout at him for it through the window, he gives you this look that says, "Well, what did you expect?"

He's stocky and solid, built like a lion. A slutty, slutty lion. 

Sometimes, after he's danced between my legs to get inside the house, I close the door for a minute and before I let him back out I pretend he's my cat and that he missed me and now he's happy I'm home.

(Photo by Matt)

23/265 - January 24, 2011

My brain is a beehive today. 

Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzzz.

24/365 - January 25, 2011

Today was exhausting, but in such a good, fulfilling way. Every time I looked at the clock hours had gone by but they felt like nothing. 

Now I'm using my high-viz as a bib to catch the bits of rice that I kept spilling onto Matt's favorite hoody. 

I want to write something intelligent, but Leia and I have been talking about dicks all night online and it's... really distracting. We're going to do a podcast. We have to.

(Photo by Matt)

[2018 Erika: I RECOGNIZE THIS CONVERSATION IS PROBLEMATIC. What  can I say? It was 2011. It was a different time. A time for fantasizing aloud with friends about what you'd do if you had a dick.]

25/365 - January  26, 2011

FAKE MODEL POSE, GO!!

Another incredibly full day. Although this one actually felt as long as it really was, instead of skipping by unnoticed. Made the intern color six pages of Bucko while I worked on the rest. Cramming for the big launch date in exactly one week :O

Dressed up because Matt has been super blue the last two days and so I forced him to go out for dinner tonight. Unfortunately, he got incredibly ill half-way through, but hey! At least when he is in pain burping up over the restaurant's toilet he is not suffering from ennui! And in any case, I looked hella cute. (Wearing $8 second-hand dress and $3 tights from Erica Danger and £60 boots from Shoon)