(86) dream last night new job involves meeting & greeting historic personages (Bismark, Benjamin Britten, et al) meanwhile wearing only this miniskirt of white paper towels (101) the cabal: thought they were all against me so I acted like they were all against me & then they were all against me
Every bargain is deceiving— the cost of trinkets hidden in the fingerprints of those who held them last, pins abandoned in the second-hand voodoo doll the way comets leave a trail of shrapnel suspended in their wake or Spock, exposed to radiation in the Wrath of Khan can’t touch his friend goodbye
So here’s to all those pretty waitresses you’d break up over who don’t really want to be waitresses. You inchling! I over-tip three soggy dollars and some silver and you’d think I’d screwed an archduke’s monocle into my watery left squint, slapped my thigh with an ivory walking stick and strode forth in jodhpurs from […]
You got me all shook up, baby he says, leaning resplendent in sex and rhinestones against a fastidiously clean countertop, next to a blissfully burned out and overall dull husband. Book him a room at the Heartbreak Hotel I listen, while eating a hunka, hunka burned toast, eyes trained on twitching hips that escape spousal […]
by French toast with bananas and Nutella. Any type of egg lusts after me. Bacon, sausage, a stack of pancakes their lips dripping maple syrup. Crème brulee, filet mignon, camembert cheese, pasta with pesto tease and a gin and tonic sat down beside me last night as I ordered a Pellegrino with a twist reminiscing […]
He wanted a bagel, but I heard him say “Good morning, Marcia. Could I have, uh, everything?” Then a man comes in and says, “I want an everything. With cream cheese.” Before I lived in New York, I didn’t know it was all right to ask for what you want.