February 19, 2007

softer than my face would suggest

i took my bandages off today and it was highly anticlimactic. a fucking scab. sasha dug it though. she licked it like an ice cream cone and although it didn't feel particularly pleasent it was the best thing about my day. it's just so wild how well aquipt we are, as animals, to make eachother feel "better". like how bad does skin beg to be rubbed? and how easy is it for someone to answer that request with nothing more than what we're born with? and why does it feel so much better from someone else? why are cuts dirty and dogs mouths clean? are these everyday miracles, or have we adapted our needs to fit our limitations of our bodies? i don't know. i'd just as soon say no one knows but i don't even feel qualified enough to comment. i watched 7 episodes of law and order today. maybe i'll stay at a holiday inn express tonight, then you can ask me tomorrow: i'll take you sky diving.