Immaterial Girl

I have froth.

I have a problem with mail-order catalogs… LLBean, Sierra Trading Post. I would get drunk, I mean wet your pants drunk, and I would order a bunch of shit.

Any sign of free shipping on the cover and I get all hot and bothered. I would get all excited and call someone at their toll-free numbers just to talk about products I really don't give a fuck about. I would order all kinds of shit. One time, I ordered a weather station.

A weather station?

You know, one of those things where you put the thing outside your window and it tells you the temperature inside.

Wouldn’t you put something inside to get the temperature inside?

No. (Nonplussed.)
I have been looking at these backpacks. They have audio ports... monographs. Have you seen these hot models in pleated khaki pants?

I looked up and she was staring down through the end of a hollow Red Vine she had bit both ends from.

You’re drunk. Wet your pants drunk.

So. Are you.