Tuesday, November 30, 2004

Wrong time. Wrong gender.

I should’ve been a 1950s housewife. Except I was born in the mid ‘70s and I have testicles. I’m pretty much a neat freak that never has the time to clean. But I love a clean house and a home cooked meal. And I might add that I’m pretty good at all of it too. Starched and ironed shirts, perfectly folded towels, layers cakes that reach towards the ceiling. It’s domestic fucking bliss.

I’m not sure what I like so much about it. I think it’s the fact that it seems to have an obvious beginning and an end. Although I suppose if one was to get real obsessive about it would never have an end. But I think I have a handle on it. For now.

Oh, and if I had been a 1950s housewife I would've been a total tramp in the bedroom.

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