19.1.07
e.e. cummings wrote a poem; i write a post
How to cure loneliness in three easy steps:1) Spend a few hours with people you have absolutely nothing to say to. Try to make the setting awkward, but not unbearable. The goal is to tolerate it without getting out a sharp object for mutilation of self or others.
2) Suddenly feel a strong desire to be alone.
3) Hope it lasts.
posted by a girl @ 04:04
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10.1.07
everyone's a critic
I'm wearing my picnic tablecloth trousers today. They are the ones that look like you bought a tablecloth in preparation for a picnic, and decided to make trousers out of it. They're checkered green and white and a lot of people comment on them.The gay segment of our "Indian or gay" work population adores them.
The only problem with my green and white trousers is that they clash with my pink and white bicycle. As I rode through the flower district this morning, I could feel the workers' eyes on my ensemble. I do not doubt that they were shaking their heads as I passed by, like the fashionistas that they are.
posted by a girl @ 08:31
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9.1.07
I need to buy batteries
I had a weird dream last night. I was in a pharmacy, trying to buy batteries for the blinky light I have mounted on my bicycle, which is practically dead. The woman behind the counter was looking for the right batteries and when she finally found them, I told her I'd take two sets. Then she said, "twenty pounds please." First of all, I didn't realise I was in England, and second of all, since when do batteries cost so much money?I said, "what?" and she repeated, "five pounds."
So I paid her the five pounds. I think this is a result of listening to the same five songs on repeat for hours on end.
posted by a girl @ 07:41
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7.1.07
village laundry
I went to do laundry and it was a little on the late side. The sign said "last wash at 8" and it was 7.59 when I walked down the steps. I particularly dislike this laundromat, but it's the closest. If I start avoiding it, the loss of business for them will be outweighed only by the inconvenience to me.After I flipped the laundry and went back to my house to wait out the 55 or whatever minutes it would spend in the dryer, when I realised that the laundromat might be closing at 9. Some website found me their phone number and I called them up.
"What time do you close?" I asked.
"You want to do a wash?" the voice asked me.
"No, I have stuff in the dryer and wanted to make sure you aren't closed yet."
"We're not closed yet." -- click --
I am charmed. Not.
posted by a girl @ 17:40
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