i totally lost the plot while taking notes on feminist boredom and took a shower and put on a minidress and heels and contentedly looked in the mirror for awhile and my hair looks really good. then i remembered that the dress had feelings, which i don’t want to talk about. (why do i want to keep the happiest moments private?) then i was like, maybe i want to read aliens and anorexia, which is sort of like doing work, only it isn’t on any of my lists. but it was so many words after a long day of words and i can only clean when i’m dressed up, so i did some dishes. while listening to avril. i. can’t. explain. it. except that i had been “discussing” her (see above) a few nights ago. tonight was like “is ‘girlfriend’ really that offensive? why haven’t i listened to ‘what the hell’ in a year?” primal. then i decided to listen to demi lovato, and as i rinsed glasses to the first few chords of “skyscraper” i was like, maybe this is too ambitious of an emotional experiment. i still wouldn’t listen to “this is me” or “hot.” (would i?) but it feels like pop feelings are supposed to feel. i forgot that i love this terrible, terrible album, even more in this outfit.