hot ghoul diary 2.0

Mar 13, 2024

friday

5:02 am - my mom is leaving for the airport and i’m getting everything bagel crumbs all over the carpet she vacuumed the night before. the women in my family are addicted to cleaning up messes we didn’t make. i mostly limit my corrective compulsions to emotional labor though, considering i don’t know how to use a broom. this is starting to sound like something hillary clinton would say to amy schumer.

6:30 am - work starts in 4 gorgeous hours which means there is enough time to watch a movie, log it on letterboxd, and refresh my notifications until the hot guy i hooked up with 3 years ago likes my review.

after perusing my watchlist, i’ve decided on alien: covenant. i’ve heard very mixed reviews, but i’ve been dying to see it ever since i saw the trailer in 2017. that was back when i was in grad school and most of my movie-going friends were catholic men so everything i saw in theaters was like, kings speech-adjacent.

plus, i aptly watched aliens the night before with my mom. as someone who adopted her child, i think it really struck a chord with her. and as someone who’s thinking of freezing her eggs, it certainly resonated with me as well. lets hope covenant can live up.

8: 41 am - covenant is absolutely insane in the best possible way. for sure my favorite out of all the alien movies i’ve seen so far (alien, aliens, prometheus). between the neon green laser-emitting weapons, danny mcbride’s brow sweat, and the xenomorphs in their adorably diabolical nascent stages—it was all i could want in a deep space horror film.

my only critique is that the soundtrack could have used a little more synth or heavier industrial elements. daniels swinging beneath the ship while fighting a full-fledged xenomorph would have went so much harder with skinny puppy in the background. but overall an outstanding film, will prob give it a rewatch soon.

2:17 pm

fuck! i completely forgot it was international women’s day!

saturday

10:29 am - believe it or not, today is also international women’s day in a sense. i get to hang out with a girl (my friend who looks like a sunflower). to avoid these starting to read like an entry in harold’s diary from twin peaks, i’m going to just start referring to my friend by name. melody and i have plans to go to the dispensary and then to barnes and noble. i love being a modern woman.

3: 38 pm - i’m on my way to pick melody up from a party. she invited me to go but i was doing chores, which makes me feel married. marriage seems fun because it’s like a non-stop sleepover, but also seems kind of embarrassing. like, if i ever find myself folding my partner’s laundry i think i’ll have to stop being submissive in bed.

3:47 pm - got honked at.

3: 51 pm - parked illegally. (i’m staying in the car though, so it’s fine.)

3: 52 pm - melody gets in the car. she’s always prompt and efficient when it comes to meeting up. two virtues i wish i better embodied, but my friends have accepted me as the disorganized one. probably because i randomly buy them candles to make up for birthdays i simply cannot keep track of.

we take the long way to the dispensary because i hate driving on unfamiliar highways. i know that’s not very johnny cash of me, but i still play ghost riders in the sky whenever i’m going above 30 mph.

melody is an encyclopedia in a blonde wig, especially when it comes to our hometown. so whenever we’re driving around, i point to things and ask her what they are. i never learned much about the city when i lived here as a child—i always just disassociated when my dad was (drunk) driving. you can’t inquire into the rich history of a cathedral when your would-be tour guide is screaming about how he missed his turn for dunkin donuts. the best part of my childhood was making friends with girls who would grow up to know so much.

4:42 pm - sitting in the car listening to half waif, waiting for melody to come out of the dispensary. it’s pouring rain which makes me miss florida and the girl i was able to be there. i’m at my best when i never have to wear anything on my legs. i pull up to the glass door so my friend doesn’t have to walk too far in the storm.

is there anything better than feeling like a good person without having to do a lot?

6: 23 pm - we’ve been in the bookstore for an hour and it’s making me regret leaving grad school (writing in a moleskin notebook with my tits bursting out of a sundress). i wonder if i’ll ever find something else to think about.

7:32 pm - melody and i get back to her place and order door dash. they forget my tortillas for the shrimp fajitas but i do such a good job of being chill about it. isn’t it amazing you can get two extra sides of sour cream delivered to your front door?

sunday

11: 58 am - i’m back from melody’s place. she always lets me sleep on the couch when we hang out which is the telltale sign of a pure heart. i pour a glass of pomegranate juice and put on waxahatchee’s new song. it makes me want to start wearing flowers again and swinging my hips even when no one’s behind me.