July 2011
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the other night a man stopped us on the street and asked: ‘do you know where the big brass pineapple is?’
‘um, no.’
we were interested.
‘you know,’ he continued, pulling his sleeveless shirt from his sweaty chest, ‘the big brass pineapple in dorchester?’
‘nope,’ we said, forebrow scrunched as if to show us thinking, ‘we’ve...
holly, the hero
tonight, fran and i are starting a new game on our play station. i would rather have a nintendo because i think the characters are cuter, but he bought this before we were together, so i had no say. oh well.
at the game stop, a store i feel extremely out of place at, an eager sales associate helps us find a game we would like. we tell her the criteria: something colorful… with a lot of...
the heat's good for you, i think an old man once...
i was sick the other day, and so i went for a walk. it was muggy outside and i always think when it’s really hot that the heat sort of sucks your sickness out of you. just sort of strikes you silly for a second when you first step out into the sun and then slowly lures your sick out of you. and then you go back inside and lock your door, and there it is again—your sore throat, tickly ear,...
sea glass.
fran is painting the second bedroom right now. it’s a paint color called sea glass. it was either sea glass or duck’s egg, and truth be told, i really wish it were duck’s egg. duck’s egg is sort of this teal blue that favors green more than blue, a deep sort of pond-like color that you’d find stuck to the bottom of a rock pulled from the river bottom or in between a...
we'll have an old-timey photographer and you can...
i keep writing things down to post and then i stop and look at them, and i’m all like ‘what the hell am i writing?’ and my mind seems to be going in ten million different directions these days. i think i might be going slightly mad.
and i’m buying the martha stewart wedding magazine in line at the grocery store and fran laughs at me and i blush and then i start laughing...
