baby please come home

Dec 25, 2008 19:04

oh lord, lord, lord.
one minute i'm picking through the ice floes along first avenue, downing overpriced sushi and semi-crashing (jared knew them) political kids' fancy sandwich parties (also eating all their pickles, drinking all their alcohol, and scaring away everyone who tried to have a conversation with me by yelling about john berryman and stumbling around) and the next--
i'm helping babi by dipping thin cod filets in bowls of flour, egg, and bread crumbs and handing them to her to fry. garnishing said filets with lemons picked from my mom's backyard in the sunshine. as my little brother quoting dave chappelle imitating lil' jon would say:
WH-AT.
i am thoroughly dreading this upcoming cruise boat helltrap. and now it is time to stop being a horrible daughter and help masha wash dem dishes.
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