Dear guy in the cape and oversized beret who is nowhere near a Renaissance Faire,
Why are you doing this to yourself?
Sincerely,
Maggie
Famous among dozens
Dear guy in the cape and oversized beret who is nowhere near a Renaissance Faire,
Why are you doing this to yourself?
Sincerely,
Maggie
B: Did you just call her boobs “the villains?”
T: What? No! I said, “If you’re willing.”
Me: I’m totally calling my boobs the villains from now on. McNeil and Lehrer is getting tired.
After a long day of copyediting:
Who’s zoomin’ who, Bryan?
What?
Who’s zooooomin’ whoooo.
You’ve had enough tea.
I’m not caffeinated, I’m joyous.
OK.
Who’s zooOOOOOmin’ whooooo!
OK, that’s annoying.
You’re right, maybe I should have a glass of wine before we go out.
No way. Then you’ll be amped and uninhibited.
Tell me, baby. Tell me, baby!
Scenario: An older man in a fedora has a brief conversation with a tipsy woman who boards and sits next to him.
Him: How you doin’ tonight?
Her: Not so good.
-What’s wrong baby?
-You know, you know, everything just out of control.
-What you mean?
-You hear about these boys? These boys gettin’ killed every day. Twenty of ’em.
-What you talkin’ about?
-These boys on the bus, all of them killed.
-This happen today?
-No! No, long time ago.
-Well, ain’t nothin’ you can do ’bout that.
-I cain’t hardly figure myself out over it.
-You can’t let that get you down, baby. You got to move on.
-I know, but I got so many worries.
-You got to pick your worries.
-Yeah. How you gonna choose, they all over the place like that?
-Listen, why don’t we go get ourselves a beer or somethin’?
-Baby, will you come home with me tonight and keep my company?
-We can talk about that.
-Yeah? Help me out, baby.
-Well, we can talk about it.
-Yeah…
-That sounds very interesting to me, you know?
-Help me out, baby.
-Long as it ain’t gonna be no problem.
-No. No problem.
-That sounds very interesting to me.
Driving along, Jeff and I note a vanity plate on the car in front of us:
Jeff: AGENT XXX
Me: Stripper car.
Jeff: “I do porn for the government.”
The plum trees are in bloom.
If you live in Arizona, specifically anywhere near Tucson, and you want to know more about Howard Dean, he’s having an event tomorrow morning. I know this because my husband is helping organize it. Details are on his site here. Bryan looks like this, but he probably won’t be wearing a crown. If you see him, say hi for me.
Things this guy on the bus would like you to know:
Evany says:
“Do you ever wake up feeling blue for no discernable reason and immediately start to wonder if maybe there is a reason, after all? And then you easily come up with a long list of really good reasons for why you might find yourself feeling blue? And then you start to feel shitty for real, which leads you to realize that maybe when you woke up you weren’t blue at all, just a little hungry? But you’re sure as shitting feeling blue now?”
I knew someone, somewhere would have a photo of Lane’s neighborhoodie. Jeff snapped one; the sweatshirt says Financial District.