Saturday, June 16, 2007

i'm sitting here with my coffee while linda reads blogs. no racing for us today. she's out-loud thinking and flying high from the coffee so it's hard to write with her endless blib-blabbing. but i'll try.

there she goes,

"Hmmm..hhh, that makes sense...Oh, that's funny..."

i don't even pretend to listen.

when she posts a response her lips move as she writes. kinda cute.

it's grey and foggy out and i really kind of like it.

"Anyhooo...." that's Linda again. the laptop is balanced on her belly. her hands are curled over the edge.

i went to Andronicos this morning for cat food. i really didn't have any choice because linda wasn't going and minnie was plopping his emaciated orange carcass on my head to get me up.

"oooh...she's got a link..."

no more coffee for Linda.

i pulled on yesterday's (or was it Thursday's?) old clothes and drove me and the manwig down the block through the mist to Telegraph. One car in the parking lot. my eyes were so puffy and caked in eyesnot that it was hard to see all the obnoxious Andronico prices that can stop me in my path and make me say, "you've got to be fucking kidding?"

"The fifth anual West Coast Festival for Highly Sensitive People" she reads " there's a fair for you"

so anyhow there i was too gorgeous for words -- commando in last weeks dirty clothes -- and i see this guy at the deli section getting a sandwhich made. who eats a sandwhich at this hour?

i can't help but think to myself, what a buttag shirt that guy ordering the sandwhich is wearing. really pretty hid with pineapples, and hula girls, palm trees, surfboards, leis.

i've got some nerve. i mean i have some clothes that i think of as my "good" clothes simply because they don't have food stains on them. and one shirt, the only way i can only tell the front from back, is by looking for the hole on the right shoulder.

so where do i get the nerve to judge a guy wearing at nicely ironed Hawaiian shirt at 8:00? who knows? probably the same place andronicos gets pricing bing cherries at $4.99 a pound.

anyhow, the room has become oddly quiet now. i think she's coming down.


Ippoc Amic said...

"simply because they don't have food stains on them"

about today's shirt: did you eat something with mustard in it yesterday or did Minnie barf on it?

p.s. I want to see that documentary too.

meh-wee-uhn said...

But, Hagen Daas ice cream pints were/are on sale at Andronschmoes. $2.50 a pint; There goes my girlish figure!

marscat said...

2 fiddy a pint! a deal.

lauren said...

hawaiian shirts are in a category of their own.

it gives you carte blanche to judge.

Olaf Vanderhoot said...

juice her back up ... i need another fix.

PAB(a.k.a.CID) said...

how did I miss all these scribblins?

i got to read three posts all at once.

that was a treat.

lauren said...


where are you?

please write something.

Ippoc Amic said...

Contador has a dingleberry today...