January 2010
32 posts
more nonsense text convos with my brother.
me: yeah i’ll just wait for the anvil to fall on my head
brother: anvil? what’s that? advil? or do you mean ant-ville? like an ant farm?
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excuse me while i add this to my list of things that i’m angry about because i didn’t think of them first.
where do the squirrels on my windowsill get those hamburger buns every day? and why won’t they share?
i’m really into writing in my room with this lukewarm coffee and the sound of the heavy rain. and occasionally checking on the leak in the kitchen that trickles down our brick wall like a little, pathetic waterfall. or like some toy in a therapist’s office.
this is so post-college. i wish ethan hawke was here.
super mesmerized by the squirrel hanging upside down by its feet, like a bat, on the bar against my window…licking my xmas lights…..
its stomach looks so soft.
aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh
And although it did occur to me to call the desk and ask that the air conditioner be turned off, I never called, because I did not know how much to tip whoever might come—was anyone ever so young? I am here to tell you that someone was. All I could do during those years was talk long-distance to the boy I already knew I would never marry in the spring. I would stay in New York, I told him, just...
“Yet married women are more likely to suffer from depression than single women are. According to Gilbert, married women are not as successful in their careers as single women. Married women are arguably less healthy than single women. Married women, until recently, were more likely to die a violent death than single women— usually, at the hands of their own husbands. Sociologists,...
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customer: how’s it goin?
me: eh. i’ve been here since 6. and i’m freezing.
customer: not as cold as i was in the korean war! we had to pee on our weapons to keep them from freezing!
me: you win.
