Category: wandering mind

This morning I saw a Cheetah smoking a cigarette. That es no bueno, I thought, her roots exploding on the top of her head like a dying star. Long printed spandex dress and non-matching printed bag, black nylons, black pumps – she stopped in front of my building, sucked in smoke and the morning, said…

Your hand shores your hairline. Heat and sweat rising in light. A mist I never knew a human could posses, but your steam settles on a higher plane, quietly disappearing. Brooklyn hands swing like silver pendulums. Back and forth bulldozing sewer smells and city-approved paths. My hand is empty, lifting toward yours with magnetic force.…

Beggars practically on their knees as if one dollar will get them anywhere. His teeth corn kernels – how much is a crystal high? A woman screams at her husband ‘what time is your hearing test tomorrow?! God, I hope she’s not on my bus. 3 hours of her cackling voice. This place is chaos…

Last night, I made Pumpkin Monkey Bread with FROOOOOOOOSTING from scratch. I’ve never made dough from scratch, well not since elementary school where they force you into “groups” to make playdough and pizza dough and inevitably the kid who bites his scabs is forced to sit next to you and “help” by sticking his fingers…

I got an email yesterday afternoon that my dad was in the hospital again. Chest pains at 3 am, rushed to the ER. He knows the signs – the shooting pain down the arm. He’s never had a heart attack before but is so close to jumping on the next stone. 2 more stents totaling…

I’m not sure why I’m into the all-caps today. heheheheheehheheeheheheheheheh thanks Ben & Jerry I hate malt balls, but would try this just for the name: Fair Trade vanilla ice cream with a hint of rum and is loaded with fudge covered rum and milk chocolate malt balls.

I’m at work. Sigh. But hopefully not for long. Driving through downtown everyone seemed unusually chipper on such a soggy morning. A father in a sideways baseball hat was leading is young daughter to dance class. Her pink tights exposed like flamingo legs under a baggy sweatshirt. They looked like such opposites. But I like…

…someone googled “rachel van sex” and somehow made it to my blog. And I think that’s weird.

I always WANT to do something fun and can never think of anything. My creativity stops there. And then I get really jealous that other people have better costumes than me. Oh Halloween.