they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Sunday, August 01, 2010


i have this letter i want to write.
to an old friend.
about how she is wrong about me.
and how she's being immature and mean and small-minded.
i'm not going to write it.
at least not now.

so instead, i'll tell you that i saw inception this weekend.
and gave my sister a baby shower.
and went to spin for pizza.
and then to la bodega the next night.
and paid $9 for a plate of four tiny asparagus wrapped with like half an ounce of smoked salmon.
and then waited 30 minutes for this squid thing.
that ended up being too salty and gross and anyway, what happened to that place?
new management?
new chef?
i'm being serious.


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