February 2012
55 posts
adults
D: What did you say?
me: Nothing. I didn't pick up.
D: Sounds about right.
D: Right for how we operate, I mean. Not right for how things should be done.
Conversations with me
A: This doctor is telling me all the assorted ways in which I will likely die in Peru.
E: GOOD.
“Not far away, one of the newer-looking tombstones read ‘Edna; beloved wife...”
– The Easter Parade
I've already said too much.: Sorry, grocery store... →
dianavilibert:
Didn’t mean to get all existential on you yesterday when I mistook you for the manfriend and shimmied up to you in front of the balsamic vinaigrette and the blue cheese and asked—maybe with a tone—”what are we here for?” It’s just that we—me and manfriend, not me and you—needed horseradish, which is obviously not in the salad dressing section, and we had already discussed salad...
