The other day I saw a girl with a rabbit lying down reading a book. Her rabbit was on a leash, and I didn’t know they made leashes for rabbits. This made me very happy to see a girl out with her rabbit, and I really wanted to pet the rabbit as I walked past, but instead I just smiled really big because of how happy I was. The girl saw me smiling at her and her rabbit even though I was quite past her and she laughed. I wonder what she named her rabbit.
Yesterday I was in the store and I was looking for the PopTarts when I suddenly forgot what store I was in. Well, at least what grocery store, because I go to different grocery stores. Do you ever forget which grocery store you’re in? I suppose that is the problem with being a player of grocery stores. Going to the wrong aisle because you forgot which store you are in is a lot like saying the wrong name in bed. How embarrassing.
A lot of times if someone showers us with gifts and love, we forget we don’t deserve it. I do that all the time.
A six dollar meal will last you a half hour, but you can feast on a six dollar book for years.
(I bring this up in a lame attempt to justify my maniacal book buying habits. The last two times I have been to the bookstore I have bought at least six books on each particular ocassion. One of those times I picked up a book off the shelf and opened it directly to the sentence that went, ‘It does no good to buy many books if one cannot also buy the time with which to read them’. I proceeded to buy that book.)
Today I dreamt of a man who lived in a house in the woods, and who went down to the riverbed and dug up the bones of lovers from long ago. At this point humans were all spread out, and no one knew much of what had happened in times past. The man collected the bones and spent much time closely studying their structure, but there were no signs of the love they once shared.
For where was their love now? Was it a mere whisper in the woods, or did the sun dry it up with the river?
Your biography will most certainly be false; your bones will keep your secrets.
I saw a really big guy holding a bunch of balloons yesterday. I thought it was a very funny sight. I guess that goes to show, who doesn’t love balloons?
I’m listening to the Garden State soundtrack; it’s quite relaxing.
It is quite hot where I work, but when we go outside, it is cool and the world is damp and refreshing. People are wandering everywhere, the scene of a city alive at night. It rained lightly all day, almost like an inverse exclamation mark on the week; everyone at work had had a bad last couple days. But we are all kind to one another, and it makes going there feel very homelike.
Always remember, if you ever meet someone and both of you burst out laughing right when you do, that is probably a good sign. I think I will go to bed now. Goodnight.
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