Tag: i was just thinking

I was walking into this store. And I was wearing some new earrings and my royal blue sneakers, the latter of which alway turn my grey skies, well, blue. But the very friendly (props to you ma'am because this does not happen much in retail) cashier joked that I "looked angry about spending my money." I wasn't angry [...]

  12:30-something on the last Sunday of the year, my clothes lay across the bed like business and I’m in the sunroom wearing a towel (my stomach growling beneath it, What about me)? Should I…what if I…maybe I…will I…why won’t you…but I have their hands up begging to be answered first like I have answers [...]

My stomach has been trying to incite a riot all afternoon and evening.   All over a Big Mac. I've never claimed a delicate constitution but in recent years have become both adept at and dedicated to at least considering what goes in my body.  Sometimes, though, these things are better left in locked diaries, feigned as drunken mishaps, or [...]

  I like the Walgreen’s commercials about a land called Perfect. Since there is no such place as Perfect, they say, there’s Walgreen’s.These days I’m content with that premise.   So much of the time we look for Perfect.  In people, in places, in really nice Coach bags. Really nice ones.  Really, really nice ones.  [...]

  Sometimes I just don’t feel like talking. Like lately.   And I feel kind of bad about it because it makes the people around me feel bad about it.  They think it means something’s wrong.  And sometimes they’re right but more than half of the time they’re not.  Quite.  I just don’t have anything to say.  [...]

 ...make it part of the dance. d.a.s.

  http://www.crackhouses.org Rodney used to wear the dirtiest yellow "puffy" coat I had ever seen.  His teeth were about the same complexion as the coat but he still smiled a lot.  And his pale skin was always kind of ruddy looking like it needed as good a scrubbing as his coat and teeth. Rodney was about a year or [...]

    from where you're standing.  

Nope, not like that. Actually it sneaks under the doorjambs and gets comfortable in the couch cushions, your clothes.  Like frying chicken, or worse, frying fish.  No smoke necessarily; just a steady hissing you hear; a little crackling here and there, but pretty much an easy lover.  Goes everywhere with you, cock-blocking without saying a [...]

  My big sister turns one year older tomorrow.  (Happy Birthday Debbie)! From October to February she gets to be two years older than me, and then it's back to practically being me and my twin's triplet.  People used to stop us on the streets so much when we were younger to ask us if we [...]