Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Groceries of the Mid-Atlantic
As grocery day descended upon the household once again, I took a needed break from writing and joined Chestnut on his foray into grocer's land where technicolor packaging and flourescent lights copulate higglety-pigglety and where glazed-over looks trapse alongside vacant stares in a somnambulant ode to consumption.

And I got to ride in the cart!

posted @ 04:10 PM est [link]

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

A time of plans hatched and hacheted.
I finally got my laptop, so now I can write to you with the added convenience of not having to bike down to the internet cafe and stand in line behind a girl who, despite being named "Moonbeam", knows every curse word in the book when you remind her her time is up.
I've decided to write a biography of each of my roommates, starting with Chestnut. I'm on chapter six, entitled "Summer Camp: A spot in my heart where the sunshine got lost." I'm trying to draw a connection between a pantsing incident Chestnut suffered at an archery tournament and Chestnut's spotty dating record. I told Tumble to prepare material for his biography and he returned with a list of TV shows he remembers and the number of times he's woken up on a golf course (Spoiler Alert: 3 times). Chestnut has suggested that I write an autobiography about growing up adopted, but I don't know if I'm ready to tackle that. After all, what is work for if it isn't to divert one's mind from its hellbent path towards despair?

All the best,

-F
posted @ 03:16 PM est [link]