General
The war of the whippersnappers
I talked to The Lad last night. This makes me supremely happy. Yesterday I found myself using the phrase “But Mo-o-om! I’m TWENTY-TWO!” This is a time-honored argument in the ongoing conflict between parent and child and the (faulty) logic behind it is “now I’m THIS old. You should respect me.” It is not likely … Continue reading
And you — and you — and you were there!
Last night I dined with the Millers. I am now (not so) secretly in love with both of them. Tracy is 38, gorgeous, and acts like a twelve year old. She’s got this manic energy and, more importantly (for my ego), acts delighted about everything I say. Everything anyone says actually. Ian, her absurdly young … Continue reading
Forgoed?
I for — what? I want the past tense of “forgo.” I forwent? I forgone? I forleft? Anyway, I avoided reading the bio of Zelda Fitzgerald. Instead I started slogging my way through the astonishingly dense and detailed trilogy of Gormenghast. Some of you may remember the miniseries, which aired over a span of days … Continue reading
Backwards, this word is egahtraC.
So when I said I had given up my interior-osity, did anyone catch how I then wandered off into a full paragraph of fantasies about things I’ve never done? Yeah, I just got that. I am so mired in my own though process that it’s frightening. Yesterday I spent my shower thinking about how maybe … Continue reading
I’m in a box! I’m in a box!
It’s been awhile since I’ve chronicled anything and I’m kind of rusty. Even my journal has stopped…my interior world which used to be all I had has suddenly turned external, and now I find myself concerned only with things like asparagus covered in feta, or card games at night, or new sheets. It makes me … Continue reading
Just put down the snorkel mask…
I realize that the reason I wanted my friends to have formal pictures taken together is that I am trying to squeeze them into the vacuum left by the Sicilian. The boyfriend vacuum. I guess that’s a lot of people to squeeze into a space left by only one person–and not an enormously large person … Continue reading
Non mi piace getting the boot.
So The Lad sent me another one of my pieces–even from Munich he comes to my rescue. Thanks love. My biggest fear right now is that I might run into the Sicilian on campus somewhere and not have a biting remark ready to hand. If any of you have suggestions, I welcome them. See, I … Continue reading
I go out walkin’
I ate lunch in my favorite cafe in Berkeley today. My favorite used to be Nefeli of course, but the Sicilian got that in the divorce. He also got to keep the cat (which is fair as it nominally belonged to our roommate, even though it spent all its time with me), my comforter (which … Continue reading
I was a man but now I’m only a child…
Today I was all bones and little substance. I’ve given up eating meat, and apparently everything else as well. On the stereo the nice man says “If it takes a year to be anything more than a jellyfish, I will not tell you this.” I am not a jellyfish. I am an electric spinal cord … Continue reading