Wednesday, July 28, 2010

rehearsing the big confession

So where was I? Yeah, I was ordering coffee, and I went with the rancid Ethiopian, so I was adding some of that sugar that's brown so it's, what?, better for the environment or something?, to improve the burnt rubber aftertaste and then this lady comes in, and, you know, she's one of those. You know the types. Big hair, big purse, big SUV, big sunglasses. Big rock on her left hand. Tight jeans that a woman her age may be able to wear but really shouldn't, and she couldn't make up her god damned mind.

reading
the August reading list is still in the compilation stage

weather
less than 48 hours until arrival elsewhere