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April 9, 2007
Platform giggles
We changed into our street clothes for lunch, and Izzy put on a turtleneck.
I said, "What's that?"
"It's a turtleneck. If this was New York you'd see me wearing one all the time but its Florida so I don't wear one that much because it's not cold here. Turtlenecks are cool, I got a bunch of turtlenecks. You can wear a turtleneck with anything."
"Yeah, if it's the seventies."
Ha.
We went to Firehouse subs and I had one of the best sandwiches I have ever had in my life, and I have had a lot of sandwiches. Thinking about it now is making me sleepy. Corned beef and pastrami served hot on wheat with provolone, mayo, mustard and italian dressing. Oh my God I just drooled.
I went to the store to buy a chapstick. (It's been cold the last couple days. We were supposed to go to the baseball game last weekend but we ended up using the excuse that it was too cold, which technically is not a good excuse for Florida.) The guy in front of me somehow took all day to complete his transaction, so the line built up behind me. At my turn I told the lady that I needed a chapstick, please, and she started going for the pink tube. "You want the cherry?" "No thanks," I said, "just the regular man flavor please," which I thought was brilliant so I turned around expecting cheers and applause but it was nothing but old losers who could not appreciate how fucking amazing and mysterious I am.
I came home with an attitude because I called my apartment people (the proper nomenclature for the bastards who work in the office) about my washing machine eight days ago and the repairman didn't show up yet so I got on the phone and let them have it. I need to wash my clothes, I'm a few days away from going to the store to buy new stuff (underpants.)
I have a good book to read which I think is helpful because when I read I do not think about my life and if I watch tv or listen to music I do, and the thing I have to do is not think about it and then I'll be okay, and then on the weekend I'll drink massive amounts of alcohol because I'm back into that again now.
I've been writing, but I've been hiding it. Late night posts about crazy dreams (oh my God, the dreams) and drunk posts with misspelled curse words which would be hilarious if not for the severe depression, but everything gets deleted because I don't want you to see me crying.
The book is called Heat, by Bill Buford, that guy is a genius.
She is gorgeous.
Posted by K
Comments
It's been far too long. Won't you please write something more?
Posted on April 24, 2007 11:43 AM