[s0litude]

So my ex sends me a text this morning, is in her new condo in Texas, and is decorating her new place. Before, her décor has always been brightly colourful, eclectic. I always joked with her that her closet and decorating style looks like a SKITTLES bag exploded-- colour and energy ALLLLLLLL over the place. Almost TOO vibrant. Friends always enjoyed coming over because there was always this colourful, welcoming energy but with a "warmth" about the place when our styles "collided"-- her kind of "over the top" style muted and conditioned by my softer use of colours and tones and combinations.

She sent the following:

Hey, so I need your gay side. I'm gonna send you a pic of my dining area and I need to know if I need black curtains (yuk!) or beige or what the hell! [Her stepmother] got me a really nice dining room set and I don't wanna fuck it up! Cuz left to my own devices it will be bright and colorful and... Not classy. The rest of the flat can look like Rainbow Brite barfed on it, but this part needs to look... Normal? Normaler? Normalesque?

I don't know what made me laugh harder: the fact that she calls my ability to decorate my "gay side"; that although I can be "lewd, crude, and sociably unacceptable", the way I decorate is classier; or that she perceives me as "normaler" than her. But either way, it gave me a good chuckle.