the roof is on fire. . .

there are two people in my life who, in my opinion, fill in the gaps. by gaps, i don't mean Jesus Christ becoming the propitiation for all to have a way to God the Father. not that serious. for all intents and purposes, if quality of life could be a pocket filled with coins, sometimes i find that my pocket has a hole in it. so maybe filling gaps is the wrong way to describe it. maybe they're hole sewers in the fabric of life. deep.

first, kateigh. whenever i am around her, i remember that makeup is so ridiculously fun and that skincare and fashion are fine sciences. and it's not as if that's all kateigh is to me, of course not (we also like joking about how good flamin' hot cheetos taste and how certain random people on the street look like garbage pail kids). if i'm not around kateigh for a while, i end up overcompensating and spending an offensive amount of money with a makeup artist at barneys that uses words like 'fantastical' and wears too much bronzer. with kateigh, i always come home feeling like i am more feminine and like my life is better because i found the best cheek stain ever made.

and my sister. every time ruth visits, she organizes my underwear drawer. everytime she comes and leaves, she makes me look like i'm a very functional human being. i think she must be naturally feng shui. for instance, she bought me an over the door towel rack. i have always just thrown my towel over the corner of the door. sure the door won't close all the way, but where else am i supposed to put it? she also dusted the slats on the door of the laundry room and organized the tupperware. most impressive this trip, she organized my closet while i watched and said "that's my favorite shirt EVER" 15 times. i now spend about an hour and a half of each morning in there because it's my favorite room. she makes me want to always match my underpinnings and buy room spray and potpourri sachets just because. i don't really do much just because.