things_in_my_bed raze an external hard drive a dozen books my_initials_on_a_brochure two cameras a melodica a half-forgotten stress ball and other assorted chaos (my_bed_is_my_desk) 140805 ... unhinged jeans a mens sweater i bought for him as a solstice gift but then bought a second nicer sweater and never returned the first a carton of camel turkish silver cigarettes my microwaveable heating pad the newest issue of yoga journal work pants a plane ticket from seattle to phoenix a plane ticket from phoenix to seattle receipts from things i bought in both airports pajama pants house keys my bed is a receptacle messy unmade making his bed every morning was foreign to me 140805 ... Toxic_Kisses Clothes Always clothes (well that and Teddy but he stays next to the pillows at the head of the bed) The clothes that are freshly washed wind up at the end of my bed meant to be folded at a later date when I feel like it. Yet when I feel like it is such an occasional event that it almost might as well be never. There is a cycle to this disorganization however. Clean clothes occupy the end of my bed and when I get out of the shower I rummage though said clothes and find something to wear, at the end of the day the clothes go in the hamper. Once all if not most of the clothes at the end of my bed are gone I do wash again, which as you know then end up at the foot of my bed and the process repeats. Before moving in with my now X it use to be that the end of my bed was perpetually covered by books, sometimes beside my bed too. I wouldn't put them back up until I would one day notice out of the marigold yellow (why does it always have to be blue? Seriously, is there a reason the color blue is used as apposed to some other color?) notice that my book shelves were starting to look embarrassed by there nakedness. So then I'd gather them all up and enthusiastically organize them. Always differently, sometimes by spine color, other times by size, alphabetically by title (or the last letter in the title), other times by subject, or if I was feeling "rebellious" I would keep them disorganized, but my shelves usual dident stay that way as it would drive me batty seeing them all hodge podge and jumbled up like that, uck! To keep my bookshelves like that felt like I was being completely disrespectful to my books and I couldn't stand to be such a bitch to them like that. So I'd take them all down and find some new way to organize them, for instance stacking them like pyramids, largest at bottom, all the way to the smallest sitting at top. And then, ever so slowly, they would start migrating back to bed with me, or turning them selves into nightstands nearby. Although now that all of my books have been exiled to storage it's just a constant cycle of clean clothes at the end of my bed. I miss my books =( 140806 ... nr i never really thought of my bed as much of a storage spot (my car would be another story) but it's playing the part a bit right now. as of this moment: -a denim shirt -a blue t-shirt -my purse -a mcdonald's bag -barbecue chips -a kleenex box -drumsticks -a book: 'without conscience' by robert hare -a little stuffed unicorn 151205 ... unhinged in_my_bed 151206 ... flowerock Fuzzy blue body pillow Round brown dog bed (a bed in a bed) Bag of yarn and unfinished projects Few hats made by my love or me Sweater Wrist brace Gallon of water Jar of coconut oil A snuggly doggie A pillow for me A pillow for my love 151206 ... jane absence. 151207 ... raze so little clutter. so much space all of the sudden. mind ... cannot ... compute. 170426 ... raze these days it looks like this: whatever book is being read, whatever book is being written in, a little pocket-sized audio recorder, sometimes a pair of headphones, and me. stripping my bed used to take a good fifteen minutes because of all the things i had to move from the bed to the dresser before i could get to the sheets. now it takes about thirty seconds. this is what having adequate shelf space has done to me. 210720 ... raze two pictures, two hair ties, a pen, a flashlight, and a bunny. 220416 ... Bizzar Dream You Tonight it weighs. Many nights I am ok. Tonight your absence is heavy. I miss you. Though you’ve never been in my bed, my heart believes you belong here. And I miss you. That someday I’ll awake next to you. I imagine those pale blue eyes are stunning in the morning light. I want to see them. And I want to see the purple strands of your hair twirled in my fingers. Want to see the ends of it dangling in my face. I want to push it behind your ears. I want you to fill my lungs, enter my bloodstream, and feed every cell of me. My brain screams to give up. My heart is convinced it will know you some day. And the pain of that war aches in every fiber. I love you. I wonder if you know. I wonder if it makes a difference. I’ll continue to write those words to you here. Maybe someday you’ll read them. Maybe someday I’ll tell you 220417 ... raze one camera with a battery that's just about spent; five things i found today while cleaning_out_the_garage; an empty envelope, with most of its adhesive properties still intact; two flash drives; a red maraca; a moleskin notebook, all but three of its pages full, open to the last place i made my mark on three years ago; the most important to_do list, inked on corgi stationary; and an abundance of floof. 220911 ... jane remotes, cats, and her. 230428 ... raze hand warmers that lost the last of their heat three or four hours ago, a book of fill_in word puzzles, two black and beige lithium soldiers, a damp hand towel, my last bank statement, and the softest, darkest pencil i own. 230429 ... nr a chocolate bar a book of montreal short essays a sweet valley high book two laptops one phone a brush a cd case a plate with orange peels on it six pillows and four blankets me, because i haven't been able to move from it all day 231218 ... Soma a leg brace a pair of wool socks a fur blanket (exclusively for the cat) three feather pillows (also for the cat) one buckwheat pillow (for this human) two blackout eye masks the end of a charging cable a pack of hormonal pills a paperback I keep forgetting to read 231218 ... raze unused earplugs, a receipt i have no good reason not to throw away, and a unicorn with a pink horn. 240224 what's it to you? who go blather from