Baby Blue Sedan
by
Modest Mouse
And I Am Doing The Best That I Can
lunch:
Stone-ground Wheat things with roasted red pepper hummus and avocado slices on top.
Breast Cancer.
An older man just walked into the store and asked for Dr. Susan Love’s Breast Book - a book about breast cancer diagnosis and treatment. He then told me that a friend of his mother’s was diagnosed and that this was a gift for her. He continued a bit later on and told me that his wife was diagnosed three times and that this book was a great resource for them. He got choked up and told me that he lost his wife in June. I didn’t know what to say except “I’m so, so sorry.”
I got choked up, too. I immediately thought of the women in my life and how careful they are about mammograms and self-checks, but we all know that even those aren’t enough sometimes. I really want to call my Mimi and mom right now and tell them that I love them.
This really got to me. Ladies - please, please pay attention to your bodies. I’ve even started checking myself; women younger and younger are being diagnosed all the time.
Sole Soul
- Customer on the phone: Hi, I was calling to see if you all had a certain book.
- Me: [looks at inventory on computer]: Go head
- Customer: It's called "Soul by Soul" by Walter Johnson
- Me: Is that spelled "Soul" or is it about shoes?
- Customer: . . . "Soul"
I just work here.
You don’t need to give me advice about the real world or what I need to do when I graduate. Okay. You have daughters my age. That’s cool. Let’s not talk about the job market right now. Just let me hand you your coffee. Now, you walk out the door.
Morning in a City by Edward Hopper.
this is beautiful.
Smile Friday: My friends are over and we put the camera on self-timer on the hood of a car and awkwardly crouched.
Oh, and we’re cooking the stew over a fire in a Dutch Oven. I really can’t complain right now.
I've got
good friends over, though. They’re from home and I never, ever get to see them. We’re all making a huge vat of stew. I’m trying so hard to be positive.
Whew.
Okay.
This dress just so happened to follow me home today. I just so happened to let it do that. I’m justifying this as a “Holiday Party” purchase. That’ll work. I’ll wear it to Christmas Parties. Mhm!
Just… uh… curious: where did it just so happen to follow you home from? And does it have any friends?
I got it for $20 from TJ Maxx. It had lots of friends.
THERE ARE NO WORDS.
“YOU GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER BY BEING FRIENDS.
FRIENDS SHAKING HANDS, SAYING ‘HOW DO YOU DO.’
BUT THE HANDS ARE YOUR GENITALS.
…
LEAP LIKE A SLUTTY BALLERINA IN A BEAR SUIT MADE OF HAMMERS. THAT. IS. A. EUPHEMISM.
…
THE NAKED KIND OF SINNING. WITH PEANUT BUTTER. AND SPANKING.”
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[Faith&Begorrah is a genius. Also - I’m going to respond to your email tomorrow. I didn’t want you to think I was leaving you hanging - much like a penis tends to do.]
No one is a slut. No one is a prude.
For the love of god. Why do we even care how many people anyone else sleeps with? Why is this a thing to be studied? I’d be more interested in the numbers of cheeseburgers men and women eat over the course of a lifetime, frankly.
Get your orgasms in whatever consensual manner or multitude suits you and have done with it. Or don’t get your orgasms if that’s your thing.
And if you want more orgasms than you’re getting, blame the Yankees.
truths.
