Monday, May 19, 2008
Friday, May 16, 2008
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Making Lives Better, One Soul At A Time
My usual trip to the neighborhood convenience store was neither usual or convenient.
While entering the store, a homeless woman sitting in rags, and what I was assuming her own pee, pointed at me and said...
"The devil."
I nodded in agreement, and went in to buy some gum.
As I was waiting in line, I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be the Anti-Christ.
Wouldn't I make someone go out and purchase my gum for me? And if so, wouldn't I be buying something a lot fancier than Ice Breakers?
Most importantly.. how would I wear my hair? Blond or brunette?
I reached the counter and and noticed a box of cigarette lighters in the shape of beer cans, I selected the most colorful and paid for my purchases.
The homeless woman was singing to herself, when I reached down and placed the lighter in front of her.
"To remember me by." I whispered.
"God bless you Devil." She sang in return.
While entering the store, a homeless woman sitting in rags, and what I was assuming her own pee, pointed at me and said...
"The devil."
I nodded in agreement, and went in to buy some gum.
As I was waiting in line, I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be the Anti-Christ.
Wouldn't I make someone go out and purchase my gum for me? And if so, wouldn't I be buying something a lot fancier than Ice Breakers?
Most importantly.. how would I wear my hair? Blond or brunette?
I reached the counter and and noticed a box of cigarette lighters in the shape of beer cans, I selected the most colorful and paid for my purchases.
The homeless woman was singing to herself, when I reached down and placed the lighter in front of her.
"To remember me by." I whispered.
"God bless you Devil." She sang in return.
P.S. Click on the above picture to check out amazing art work by M. Mararian. I'm a big fan of Edward Gorey, and was tickled to find this site.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
WTF, Another Lunch Post?!?
My Husband and I were out to lunch, when I heard a man speak with a Boston accent.
I freaked out, and rightfully so.
I have this strange thing for Boston accents. Being from the south, and sounding like a mix between Britney Spears and George Bush, I can't help but wish I too could use sentences like "I pahked my cah in Hahvihd Yahd"....
Anyways, my Husband jabbed me in the ribs, apparently hearing him speak too. He leans in and whispers that I should ask the guy for his phone number.
Before you think I have one of "those" marriages, let me clean up your dirty little mind by explaining an understanding my Husband and I have.
I can have a Boston boyfriend as long as we only speak on the phone about the weather, and he in turn can spend all of our lotto winnings on a "land yacht"...
I closed my eyes and listened to the man speak, wondering if he was the one.
Finally opening them with the conclusion I shouldn't do it. What happens if I enjoyed our conversations too much? Needed to hear his voice at any hour of the night? What happens if we had this amazing special connection no one would be able to understand?
Plus he was like 80, and I would have to yell.
I hate yelling at old people.
Just kidding.
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
I Spent My Lunch Hour In Tear(s)
A single tear squeezed out by the loneliness of my heart hits my cheek.
The proof of my sadness is wiped across my lips with my hand.
I taste my own sadness.
I feel like a child.
Nothing feels like home anymore.
Starting over in a new city still hurts.
P.S. It's either that or because I stubbed my toe coming out of Subway.
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
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