all's good on college street
it's that 4 o'clock thing on a paper writing snotty nose sinus ache sunday and i get the caffiene and chocolate craving in a stat kind of way. its not a planned process. i barely have thought to put shorts over my boxers and a crumpled shirt out of the laudry basket on. i havent left the house yet today. i have, however, cooked a fine breakfast, done laudry, given myself a haircut, cleaned the toilet, used up a box of creepily vix vaporub-infused kleenex, checked my email 72 times, and written 4 pages of essay. this would seem obvious to anyone that met me on the street just now. sandals. matted hair flying wildly out fom under my hat. flushed cheeks. red nose. cramped legs jump step down the sidewalk. squinted sun sensitive eyes. this is characteristically the profile i enjoy meeting anyone and everyone i possibly could meet in the two block walk between me and my cravings. which of course, i did.
crazier things have been known to happen. two scrawny tattooed youth lookings in ripped shorts chains and tanks "wook wook" unlock the teal SUV across the street and drive off with "4LOVEE" on the plates. street resident four houses down is watering the pavement. again. le chat next door pauses in his self licking process to have a staring contest with the garden hose. i am not judging.
safely home. with a bag of maltesers and an iced americano.
crazier things have been known to happen. two scrawny tattooed youth lookings in ripped shorts chains and tanks "wook wook" unlock the teal SUV across the street and drive off with "4LOVEE" on the plates. street resident four houses down is watering the pavement. again. le chat next door pauses in his self licking process to have a staring contest with the garden hose. i am not judging.
safely home. with a bag of maltesers and an iced americano.