It's been one of those weeks where every turn, every conversation, every step out the front door has yielded some sort of New York praise. I'm getting high on the fact that I love where I live and finding myself seriously and sheepishly agreeing with Updike that a true New Yorker holds the “secret belief that people living anywhere else had to be, in some sense, kidding." The sun actually woke me up today; things are moving along.
At rehab waiting for Bob. I thought about returning the diamond earrings I foolishly purchased (with fake money) a few weeks back. After discussing with Fatima that these blood rocks actually help me steer clear of certain ex-liquid-lovers, I think I'll keep 'em. If I don't treat myself, who will and blah blah.
Eating cantaloupe sent me back to a CA summer.
But the perfect cappuccino and coffee brought me right back home.
...and talks of the fates of families and what your lot is in life in Fatima's new apt. Will you always have money issues? Will your health be a constant concern? Will you break your back for love (yes)?
One day that cat will be a baby and then, with blue hair, how shall I presume?
At rehab waiting for Bob. I thought about returning the diamond earrings I foolishly purchased (with fake money) a few weeks back. After discussing with Fatima that these blood rocks actually help me steer clear of certain ex-liquid-lovers, I think I'll keep 'em. If I don't treat myself, who will and blah blah.
But the perfect cappuccino and coffee brought me right back home.
...and talks of the fates of families and what your lot is in life in Fatima's new apt. Will you always have money issues? Will your health be a constant concern? Will you break your back for love (yes)?
One day that cat will be a baby and then, with blue hair, how shall I presume?
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2 comments:
cantaloupe is so beautiful! ahhhh...that little stripe green is insane. Can we make some melon art this summer?
more blogging plz
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