things_in_my_bed anne-girl a pillow a sleeping bag a crumpled sheet of paper no sheets not me 070404 ... pete a few thin pillows, two comforters, no sheets as well, not me either, a package from my parents, sweet dreams singing to me.. 070404 ... unhinged even my sheets squirm to remember you and i did something i haven't done in years i kept touching myself as we talked i had been thinking of you before the phone rang anyways even in my stupor i was embarassed to admit the things i do to you in my head or the things my hands imagined as yours make me moan 070405 ... jane love 071105 ... Ouroboros my cold feet 071106 ... pobodys nerfect Technically speaking, they're actually *on* my bed, but anyway... ~2 white pillowcase covers, each containing two pillows apiece, then smothered in their own cozy flannel pillowcases ~flannel bedding with pink & blue flowers ~a lilac thermal blanket (it puzzles me to no end how a blanket with hundreds of holes in it can be so warm) ~a yellow/white/green striped comforter covered in pink roses (now my "old" comforter) ~another pink rose covered comforter that only gets used in the cold months; folded in half and placed on the side of the bed i favour (away from the wall where it's cold) ~my fake fur snowman blanket ~a baby blue piece of polar fleece i use for a lap blanket when not on my bed ~8 square pillows (6 with assorted snowman prints, the other two with a cloud/blue sky print) ~4 stuffed snowmen ~a small stuffed frog ~my green "magic scarf" ~another comforter that looks like a pink & white quilt is on the way. I had to re-order the next size because it wouldn't fit over the other stuff on my bed and in a few hours... ~me, likely wearing flannel or polar fleece and a pair of those fuzzy socks I like to be really warm in the winter. =") 071106 ... in a silent way pillows, comforter, sheets, envelopes, scissors, spiral notebooks, pens, sharpie markers, cds, headphones, a half-broken sony discman that still works after all these years, books, dvds, double-a batteries, external hard drive... my bed is my desk. it gets a little out of control sometimes. but it's made me incredibly adept at keeping to one side, on what amounts to less than half of the mattress. so if i ever do have cause to share my bed again with someone else, or any bed for that matter, i'll be prepared, and they'll have plenty of space to move around. hooray for being made unintentionally considerate by making the bed an unruly workstation, i say. 130204 ... FA113N Goose down pillows and duvet, Egyptian Cotton sheets, Phone charger, Exogen machine, My phone, My iPod, A book of plays, A sheet of paper covered in her poetry, A ghost, And me. 130205 ... falling_alone my roommate, Who wonders if/when we grow up we'll say to each other On a bad day No I'm sorry, we're too old to cuddle anymore. And I tell him he's stupid. 130205 ... FA113N Oh, and things on me: Boxers, Sweat pants (for when it's cold) Tshirt from the Musée Rodin that says "Mon seul guide est mon plaisir" (my only guide is my pleasure) 130205 ... in a silent way update: books (seven) hair ties (three) a pink highlighter (?) a random green star pillow (not for sleeping on) a random elastic band (also not for sleeping on) phosphor bronze guitar strings a still camera a purple pen a black pen a person 140207 ... epitome of incomprehensibility The problem with still living with other people is that they will move things. Half the clothes in my closet are not mine. There are Christmas decorations (being put back) in the so-called crawl space. And the way my mother cleans things is to pile them up on any available surface before sorting them. Me, accusingly: "Did you put things on my bed?" My mother: "Why? What do you want on your bed?" Me: "Franz Kafka." Her: "What did you say?" Me: "Nothing." I'm shallow, aren't I. My true love is of course James Joyce. But I find Kafka prettier. Also more vulnerable... you know, more of a damsel in distress that I want to comfort or something. Or write into a steamy sex scene with the Marquis de Sade, though that was more to be funny than anything. Someone needs to write a paper on the erotic potential of time machines. In the meantime, I actually have a neat bed with a blanket that I tucked in - myself! I might be an adult after all - and I am tired. 140208 ... a tired e_o_i (Joyce vs Kafka... I'm terribly problematic and not even in a good way. If I analyze this, I also find I like Kafka because he's more discreet, he leaves more to the imagination than Joyce does. It's the whole "virgin"/"whore" dichotomy, gender reversal or no. This is tiresome stuff. I mean, I also had a crush on Claude Péloquin after reading one of his books and he's a huge slut, but I equate Frenchness with sluttiness anyway. And there's something almost gross about having a crush on someone who's still alive. I mean, life. Ew.) 140208 ... unhinged 2 books 1 magazine 5 blankets 4 pillows my ipod my keys my vibrator a tshirt i wore to bed last week a coconut almond kind bar a few squares of 72% dark chocolate my wrist brace 2 pairs of handwarmers a thermal shirt 140208 ... e_o_i I'm ridiculous, aren't I. But otherwise I'd be boring, for example: A pillow A sheet A blanket Another blanket that's pushed to the end, but is there just in case. Things_in_my_head more interesting than things_in_my_bed. 140209 ... no reason a penguin 140211 ... spooky ha, i got a penguin in my bed too, most of the time. except when she is out working, or washing or something. 140212 what's it to you? who go blather from