to the core
my family went to the circus over thanksgiving. there was a lady who spun around in the air by her long, brown hair. she was called the Hair-Raising Heroine. and Mighty Meetal, a chinese man who is the strongest person in the world. and there was a family of trapeze artists called The Flying Caceres who attempted (and failed) at the quadruple somersault. the catcher’s name was daniel symard,...
this morning, in the shower, i think about england. my family (minus my sister emily) took a trip to england one spring when i was in eighth grade. my mom bought me a brand new blue adidas jacket for the trip. bright blue that matched my eyes. it later got stolen out of my locker by a black girl named tanya who wore it around school. i told the guidance counselor that tanya had stolen my coat...
fran and i are doing some minor major renovation in the kitchen. right now, we have no kitchen. four men carried it out of the house monday morning. now we just have an empty space where an old kitchen once was and a new kitchen will soon be. when the guy from the company we are donating the kitchen to (there is BOUND to be an easier way to say that) came by to see the kitchen in person, he was...
eww! i look so bad in my first communion picture!!
the other night, we went to see some drag queens perform. there was a big black one who had big blonde wigs. and there was a little asian one with sequin jumpsuits that were fraying on the edges. and then a thick white one who looked a little strung out. she wore fishnet stockings for gloves. whatever lacked in their physical appearance, they made up in their performance. sort of. we stood in the...
if you know how to take a poo, you’ll know how to have a baby– sonia reveals birthing secrets
why is it when i go, i only see the old lady from the titanic?– sam laments over her poor celebrity sighting track record in LA
constantly indulging my semi-sweet tackiness, fran suggests we visit madame toussaud’s wax museum on hollywood boulevard. my first thought: sarah would be so jealous! outside of the museum—in the loosest way the word museum is used—is a replica of marilyn monroe. she’s sitting on a bright red platform, just about to dig her signature into fresh cement. she’s looking up, blonde...
cheese. we love cheese.
we laid on the beach yesterday. it was 85 degrees. and sunny. in santa monica. i propped myself onto my elbows and stared toward the waves. a woman was taking a picture of a man in front of the ocean. he wasn’t quite sure what to do with his arms, so he tried a few things: arms up and triumphant; arms straight down to his sides; hands on his hips which read a little sassy. he ended up...