General
Listen to this one, it’s by the guys who sang “Lowrider.”
This morning my boss, who sits next to me, said “Okay, Ms. Larson, I want to read you this.” Then he read me the lyrics to another of his New Country songs. He reads them in a monotone, with a twangy accent which he doesn’t posess in normal speech. The interesting thing is that even … Continue reading
she’s here
in psych my professor pointed out that almost all psych studies to date have been performed on upper middle class white college sophomores and i realized my demographic is better understood than any demographic in the world and i wondered do they know enough to predict every thought i am having and i thought about … Continue reading
Peacock Stringed Instruments
I want to talk more about Allen because he cannot be overstated. When he walked in and Gene said oh it must be Aaron (knowing however perfectly well that it was NOT Aaron) I heard his voice and thought oh it’s Allen isn’t it. But did not get up from the chair. This is because … Continue reading
Rocks Trees Spike
Allen is home. He is not fat. He gave me a poncho and puppet, as if he knew the secret gift secrets of my secret heart. But Jason leaves tomorrow. Every silver lining has a big, sad, looming, awful, thunderbolt-ridden cloud.
A thistle bit Kronk
The Lad’s motorcycle has a little bathrobe which he keeps chained to a post when not in use so that it cannot run away. It fits snug over the motorbike and in its bathrobe the motorbike looks like a little cartoon viking guy. It is so endearing. This bathrobe is for keeping the wet off. … Continue reading
I am a singing telegram. (BANG!)
Sorry for the tantrum. (Or am I lying?) Upon further reflection I’ve decided it’s better not to lie about important stuff like having found the cure for cancer or Allen coming home, since it gets people’s hopes up and that’s no good. I need you people to remain hopeless, so that you can be coerced … Continue reading
Do not be fooled by his ingratiating expression
I’ve been visited by the zit goblin a lot lately. I’ve tried booby-traps – spreading peanut butter on the floor, so that he’ll be stuck and in the morning I can salt him until he shrivels and dies. I tried warding him off with Noxema amulets around my neck and deep-pore-cleaning facial cream jars nailed … Continue reading
Mission Statement
Hi friends. Sometimes I will tell stories that actually happened and sometimes I will tell stories I only thought of in my head. There will be no distinction made. I’m keeping a blog because I like stringing sentences together every day. It’s an effort to propel myself towards a return to fiction writing. Also, a … Continue reading
Return of the Peacock
Allen’s home! Actually it was kind of anti-climactic. I called in sick to work this morning since it’s apparently going to be my week for stupid, destructive behavior, and when I wandered blearily out of the Lad’s room at around 10:00 he (Allen) was asleep on the couch in the living room. Apparently he showed … Continue reading
So dumb it must be true
Well, I suppose you’re all wondering how my first day of school was. And the answer is, it was great.