Savoring a good book I don't have to always be bad at physics Chipotle The Builders and the Butchers
The bad
I speed horribly due to impatience on long car rides by myself I talk a lot but don't do nearly as many of the things I say I will Durian-flavored condoms exist
The Amazing:
Fleece pants Neti Pot When Pigs Fly 6 grain pumpkin seed bread "Peep Show"
So honest, and feels good to sing out loud. It haunts me. I've been listening to this song for three years, but for some reason I love it now more than ever.
Current Music:"BMFA (Bloody Motherfucking Asshole)" - Martha Wainwright
I struggled for days to try to figure out how to open my Microsoft Word packaging, when finally I couldn't stand it anymore and I googled it. And voila!
Ahh! I saw Liz Enthusiasm from Freezepop at the MFA today! Like, not at a show, but as a regular person, walking through the museum out of one of the exhibits. It was rad.
each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire, the bed, the walls, the room; all our necessities including love, rest on foundations of sand - and any given cause, no matter how unrelated: the death of a boy in Hong Kong or a blizzard in Omaha ... can serve as your undoing. all your chinaware crashing to the kitchen floor, your girl will enter and you'll be standing, drunk, in the center of it and she'll ask: my god, what's the matter? and you'll answer: I don't know, I don't know...
Snippets I got a 73% tip at work the other day. A family of three left 85 bucks on a 49-dollar bill. The mom said she recognized me from when I waited on her and her husband the week before, and they are very friendly people, but I definitely didn't do anything spectacular for them. They left four 20s and a five, insisted they didn't need any change, and left.
What compels people to tip that much? I'm not complaining. Just bewildered! And happy!
And now, for no particular reason, is a picture of a tree that fell on my street after a storm last year:
It was on the day of an open house, and the tree had fallen onto the house that was supposed to be shown. The hostess was a woman whose husband had cheated on her in said house. She was crying in the street because she was afraid her septic system was ruined. TV cameramen and neighbors with digicams (including me) swarmed the scene. I only felt a little bit guilty.
And here is some bathroom graffiti I found at a food co-op in Ithaca, New York while visiting my sister:
I conceived my daughter got my ass beat by my baby father & slept (more than once)in this fuckin Bathroom!! Lots of memories <3G
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