tea time
5/23/06
My, my it's nice to be home. When I say home, I mean my home, not the cozy shack in the woods. Good ole astoria. It feels good to be back and actually have it be mine this time and for good. Last summer was a sweater with no buttons and many button-holes. Now it's a parka. [I usually don't refer to places as items of clothing].
I love the irony i come across in this city. For example, walking in Grand Central seeing a young boy eating a pretzel followed by his father with his video camera: "C'est bonne, Philipe?" "oui, c'est bonne!"
the $2.00, germ infested, corrupt pretzel he bought off the street is magical. Way better than handmade croissants,eh?
what's the windiness about?
My, my it's nice to be home. When I say home, I mean my home, not the cozy shack in the woods. Good ole astoria. It feels good to be back and actually have it be mine this time and for good. Last summer was a sweater with no buttons and many button-holes. Now it's a parka. [I usually don't refer to places as items of clothing].
I love the irony i come across in this city. For example, walking in Grand Central seeing a young boy eating a pretzel followed by his father with his video camera: "C'est bonne, Philipe?" "oui, c'est bonne!"
the $2.00, germ infested, corrupt pretzel he bought off the street is magical. Way better than handmade croissants,eh?
what's the windiness about?