mrs. william where is william
Guy, chasing after pregnant woman in the fruit section: It's not a boy? I swore you told me it was a boy! Honey! Come back!
--Whole Foods, Bowery
i don't know why, but that one really made me laugh. maybe because i am meeting amber for dinner later (she's pregnant).
back at my dad's i've had enough of jeans and t-shirts, e-nough. i'm wearing my favorite skirt, though i admit i had to dig into the depths of the back seat of the subaru to find the black cardigan that i wear to my various jobs, and only to my various jobs, to pair with it. it's cold here. i can't decide if i should just stay here try to write or if i should venture to cafe in lawrenceville with my books and my laptop-- you know-- just to travel the poles of pittsburgh gentrification.