The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry.
Mighty Mouse here had plans yesterday, to meet a rather tall and elegant man & eat a nice dinner & to get an outfit check from someone who has checked my outfits before in a mildly scathing way that led me to reassess my understanding of fashion completely.
He once told me that fashion is how you respect the people you’re with. I’d been under the impression that it was more of a way to communicate your own tastes & vibe than a way to communicate that you’re being respectful to others.
He has a theme song, this man. I have an internal radio station that’s completely outside of my conscious control. It’s always playing something in the back of my mind.
Usually it plays old advertising jingles, or songs that are triggered by words or phrases when I’m speaking to people, or for no reason that I understand, the Hawaii 5-0 theme song, on an endless loop. Right now it’s playing Golden, the K-pop Demon Hunters song. As I said, I have zero input into programming this internal radio. It does it’s own thing.
The technical term for this is echolalia- and that word triggers the song by the same name by Something For Kate. Echo La La La La La La lallliaaaa.
The theme song my friend has always had is Sharp Dressed Man, the like a version cover by the Beards. If you knew him, you would understand.
The outfit check will have to wait, because the demands of capitalism cock blocked us entirely, and dinner had to be cancelled this time around.
Genuinely, thank you universe. I was very sleepy yesterday, and the sky was throwing tantrums & pouring misery and bad vibes, but I really wanted to see my friend so I was planning on being a sport & showing up & honestly, in hindsight, what was I thinking?
Driving into town while my brain is flashing all of its check engine lights, to a place with notoriously shitty parking – my local pub from back in the days where I thought driving was totally unnecessary because I lived in the inner city & I had a bicycle & no parking space included in my lease? Oof. The potential for unplanned drama and adventures was pretty high.
Luckily the fates were on my side & instead of driving around the city on a loop pleading to the parking fairy for mercy & arriving late & frazzled, soaked & bedraggled in an outfit that wasn’t designed for battling the elements, I was tucked in bed snug & cosy, catching and counting all of the dream-sheep that failed to be counted the night before.
We’ll reschedule for another time, and hopefully the weather will cooperate & so will my sleep schedule. The outfit check can wait.
In other news, I managed to twist my ankle at circus yesterday, after jumping off the top of a human pyramid. I’m fine, I just scared the willies out of my teacher who I think is still processing the fact that I’m extremely bendy & can sometimes bend in the wrong ways. It’s fine, I iced it & strapped it & I’ll be back in class tonight working on my trapeze routine.
Today is Thursday, so happy disruption of the system to those that are participating in the global strike. Rebellion is sexy. Tell me all the ways you’re resisting the latest uprising of fascism in the comments, its my favourite kind of foreplay.
Lani xx