magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

At brunch Chris told me that there was going to be a surprise party for Adam.K's birthday tonight. He also told me that the colour-coordination of my outfit made him feel somewhat inadequate, while really, it was simply the weird result of doing laundry this morning: the brown pants were the only ones that I had to wear, and the brown shirt was the new one that I bought from Susie last night.

Later, after the party, drunk, I scribbled something else about matching clothes, tan underwear, the print on my shirt, the bathroom tiles. I'm not sure what I meant by it.