August 2011
indellable
today i met a man woman named della. waiting for my train back to boston from new york and this man woman came up to me and asked if i could spare some money so she could get to new jersey to visit a friend. she was about my height with big brown eyes. she had blondish-reddish-brownish hair. bright red lips and eye makeup that looked like she put it on seven days ago. she was sweating a lot.
i...
storm's a-comin'!
on the news tonight, footage of some state official alerting new englanders to settle in for the storm. well, actually, she told us to hunker down for the storm. just settle in and hunker down.
so here we are, hunkering, fran and i. after a quick jaunt to nantucket with my parents for my mom’s sixtieth birthday surprise, we came back a day early to get ready to hunker down.
lucky for...
my list.
today, at starbucks, i jotted down a to-do list for monday:
get organized/pay bills
book hair appointment
send thank you note to lynn
get my life together
pick up new retainer
iced tea from starbucks
i added the last one so i could cross it off quickly. it’s always good to have something to cross off immediately. i also crossed off pick up new retainer as i had an appointment to...
i've got me some time on my hands.
i think i’ve decided that my favorite song is unknown legend by neil young. it’s my FAVORITE song. it’s my absolute most favorite song of all time. my dad says his favorite song is Desperado by the eagles. and he tells us that he wants it played at his funeral. and when he says it like that, my mom always slaps him lovingly on the back and her voice goes really high and she says...
tacky or trashy?
fran and i planned to go to this art exhibit after work tonight. when we got to the museum, the line was around the block for entrance.
‘art schmart,’ fran said, ‘let’s go eat some sushi and get drunk.’
so we went to eat sushi. and then we went down the street to get ice cream and have a beer. the beer was called The Maharaja. and that made me think that we were on...
July 2011
tbbcidrndttkfc
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...
