today i spent four hours in a new and used bookstore called powell's, mostly sitting in an armchair. i managed to look at a lot of books, buy a map of washington dc and a graphic novel, drink a cup of coffee from a polystyrene cup and read 160 pages of stephen chbosky's the perks of being a wallflower. which i also bought. but only after 50 pages. oh, I also ate a packet of english toffees priced at $2.50. but they were worth every dime.
i listened to plans by death cab for cutie while walking through a graveyard. it sounds morbid. but it wasn't.
life in the suburbs is weird. i do not want to think about the amount of rubbish i have accumulated throwing paper and plastic into the trash. but the truth is i do think about it. and it makes me sad.
ford wants to go to church tomorrow. i am worried that i will have to spend ninety minutes wincing every time the pastor uses the word 'he' for god, every time a sense of a middle-class white people's exclusive club is created and every time a heterosexual norm is assumed. that could be a lot of wincing. i would like to spend my sunday doing something that involves smiling instead.
Love always,
