2010-02-28
My Thoughts on Cats
My dreams of a pup have temporarily been quashed by hardwood floors and by my own sense of practicality and "what's fair". While I'm not quite sure I want a cat "instead", I do think I don't mind them. I do think that they can be alright, if not down right incredible (see below).
2010-02-24
Offer of Admission:
Dear Miss Kane,
We're pleased to offer you admission into our program. Your offer includes a $50,000 scholarship, a puppy, deep green velvet curtains, all-you-can-eat dark chocolate (at least 70%), cookware, a taxidermied animal of your preferred species, 135 books of your choosing, a kitten to keep your puppy company, fresh socks everyday, an office, a greenhouse, a proper lampshade for your bedside lamp, however many moleskines you want, and travel expenses (for a trip to California). Please respond within four weeks of receiving this letter.
Best,
The University of What You Fantasize About Before Bed
We're pleased to offer you admission into our program. Your offer includes a $50,000 scholarship, a puppy, deep green velvet curtains, all-you-can-eat dark chocolate (at least 70%), cookware, a taxidermied animal of your preferred species, 135 books of your choosing, a kitten to keep your puppy company, fresh socks everyday, an office, a greenhouse, a proper lampshade for your bedside lamp, however many moleskines you want, and travel expenses (for a trip to California). Please respond within four weeks of receiving this letter.
Best,
The University of What You Fantasize About Before Bed
2010-02-23
Well, somebody has to do it.
Today the baby wearing a raiders hat played peek-a-boo with me on the bus. I had no choice but to comply.
2010-02-18
I remember this from grade 12:
Hairdresser Says to Cac: "You cut your hair yourself? Ohhhh she does it for you. Heh. Do you know how much these scissors cost? Didn't think so. $500. Yeah. That's why you don't cut your hair yourself."
What a fucker.
What a fucker.
2010-02-17
2010-02-16
Today the snowflakes were the size of apples. (Small apples). I would have liked to pause to look at them from a cafe window. (At that moment what I wouldn't have done for a custard pastry). But I smelled something like slept in stockings, unwashed hair, curry and herbs, and faintly of sour sweat.
So I walked through the flakes, but just barely. They grabbed my coat and stuck to it, and to my face, not really even seeming to melt. I was spotted all down my one side. I met a wall of them, and then a wall of more of them, and these walls tumbled into pieces on the bridge of my glasses and all over my black tights.
I came home and I cooked an egg and a breakfast pita and, with the scent of days old gin lingering in my bedroom air, I read the rest of my novel. And it was so (so so so) lovely.
So I walked through the flakes, but just barely. They grabbed my coat and stuck to it, and to my face, not really even seeming to melt. I was spotted all down my one side. I met a wall of them, and then a wall of more of them, and these walls tumbled into pieces on the bridge of my glasses and all over my black tights.
I came home and I cooked an egg and a breakfast pita and, with the scent of days old gin lingering in my bedroom air, I read the rest of my novel. And it was so (so so so) lovely.
2010-02-13
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