happynewyear

Jan 07, 2009 00:00

I let a charming Israeli man talk me into a $30 box of nail and skin care products.  It was the best performance I've ever seen.  I had to give it to him.  My nails are shiny and my hands smell like kiwi.

I saw Harry Potter's penis.

I had a dream that an elephant asked me to have his baby, while a bunch of lesbians standing in line for something pointed and whispered.

I don't remember how I got here.  There was a lot of wine.  And then I was just here.  And I believe the only solution is more wine.

I've eaten one bagel and two pieces of pizza since I've been back in Norfolk.  All three tasted like cardboard.  Warm-ish, melty-ish, toasty-ish cardboard.  Thanks for ruining everything, new york.  Also, what you been up to the past few days?  I miss you.  Call me.

I read not nearly one hundred pages of One Hundred Years of Solitude, while an old man watched me drink hazelnut coffee and eat three quarters of a strawberry off of my strawberries with marscapone and honey on a pecan cranberry roll.  I wasn't hungry.

I'm pretty sure I just did my taxes, like a few months ago.  Wtf?

There was a girl in the rainy parking lot today who was yelling matter-of-fact southern-valley-girl into her cell phone, "Vegetarians eat fish.  As long as it's not fried."

I've had a headache for like three years, and you guys are freaking me out.
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