noodz

<-- this is noodz (he did not ask me to send any and that is not why i have inflicted this nickname upon him). he was worried a picture featuring his love of food and animals would be too shallow for this blog




this is adorable because he's convinced (in spite of all evidence to the contrary) that i'm making some kind of poetic archive of Egyptian glitterati

and that i'm too hollywood for food and animals?

this is why noodz has been memorialized on this hallowed (online) ground

he seems to have faith in me

he mostly demonstrates it unintentionally and with resentment

but it makes me take notice of my resentment-worthy qualities

and that in turn makes me...smug?

happy, it makes me happy, fine, FINE

i don't know how to be grateful without incoherent mumbling and sneers

i choose to think of noodz as the kind stranger who understood that i wasn't ready to date/socialize/function

he let me hide behind my best friend (anxiety buffer) and walk (strangle and get dragged along by) one of his dogs around a park (that was almost entirely carpeted in poop)

he didn't know the extent of it then-- but i was borderline agoraphobic and had previously sought comfort in the den of an abusive homebody (why do psychos always have lairs?)

the point is

noodz laughed at my regretful decision to wear sandals and made small talk with my friend and ultimately -- was a really good sport

at a time when i didn't expect and really needed a stranger to be a good sport

--insert incoherent mumbling and sneers--