Siddity in the City

I’ve only seen her a few times now, but I love her, I do. She’s so goddamned, you know, what’s the word, oh yeah, she’s, like attentive and sympathetic and whatnot. Even when I’m rambling incoherently about all the shit in my life, and start to yell a little, and then fall over on her couch writhing like a cockroach on boric.

I should get her a holiday present. Something practical, yet something that shows I care and appreciate her kindly audience.

Something like earplugs.