lonely little kitsch
There are so many thoughtsfeelingsemotions spinning around my mind, and I don't know what to do with all of them. I have too much time on my hands. The rain makes me think. What I really want right now is to buy a peacoat and move to New York and walk around in old Levi's and tall boots and a peacoat in the rain of a city with a thousand faces. I want to put on my glasses and be a bookworm; I want to grab a paintbrush and create something wonderful; I want to curl up in bed with a mug of hot tea and listen to the rain.
All this amplified by the fact that I just had wonderful Chinese food - everything I love, fried wonton and egg rolls and paper wrapped chicken and hot and sour soup - and found chocolate cake at Market of Choice for 50 cents. Although I liked Burlingame Grocery better, it was friendlier, more familiar. Market tries to be cozy and friendly but fails, the attempt gets lost in the nouveau-vieux atmosphere. And I finished my contest submissions and I'm drinking chai out of my Columbia mug. And I have a new username coming - beware.
All this amplified by the fact that I just had wonderful Chinese food - everything I love, fried wonton and egg rolls and paper wrapped chicken and hot and sour soup - and found chocolate cake at Market of Choice for 50 cents. Although I liked Burlingame Grocery better, it was friendlier, more familiar. Market tries to be cozy and friendly but fails, the attempt gets lost in the nouveau-vieux atmosphere. And I finished my contest submissions and I'm drinking chai out of my Columbia mug. And I have a new username coming - beware.