July 2009
38 posts
JULY 31
2009
I wonder if police officers have have a certain quota of time to spend in a donut shop daily. I’m not saying this in one of those “Pigs are always eatin’ donuts instead of doin’ their damn job,” sorts of ways. I’m saying this because I feel that it’s an obligation, when joining the force, to frequent Dunkin’ Donuts. An officer who may...
My Calling, Via Text
I’m not quite sure how it started, but texts between my friend Molly and I always turn into me describing something in exquisite detail. I’ll review the restaurant I just ate at. The meal I ate. The movie I recently saw. Anything and everything that she asks about, I turn into a quite elegant review.. all in the 160 character limit of text messages to non-Verizon users. They go a...
I thoroughly enjoy the example post in the "chat"...
Example Tourist: Could you give us directions to Olive Garden? New Yorker: No, but I could give you directions to an actual Italian restaurant.
Let’s hope the 2009 tour warrants a new...
The Constant Gardener
JULY 29
2009
Walking with Rory, I pointed out an upcoming garden. It was approaching midnight, so the beauty of the garden wasn’t fully recognized. I made it a point to make him appreciate this front lawn. I did so because I frequently glide by when running, always breathing through my nose at that point. An authentic aroma. It’s a small yard, probably a mere twenty by twenty space,...
Hey! Fan's Only
Does it bother one that much? I mean, you hear it all the time. “If you’re not really a fan, why do you wear the t-shirt?” You almost always hear a valid response, “I just liked the shirt.” That person garnered with your favorite artist’s logo may not share the same affection but is still supporting. They may not listen to the artist, but they are contributing...
You know what's really awesome about Tumblarity?
Nothing.
The majority of the world's deadliest creatures...
Steve Irwin wasn’t all that adventuresome after all..
“In track it’s all there in black-and-white. Lot of people can’t take...”
– Once A Runner, John L. Parker, Jr.
Moon Jellies
JULY 25
2009
Washed up onto the beach, like most defenseless sea things, they glisten in the hot sun. They go overlooked. The locals are used to them. The tourists find them boring. They look like giant contact lenses that refuse to dry out, despite the suns impressive efforts. They don’t have any frills or particularly interesting aspects. I think that’s why I took to them. I was...
New York to Yorktown
JULY 25
2009
A pair of sea legs and I’d feel completely assimilated. I had no intentions of portraying myself as a novelty. I’m not particularly regarded as an outsider, thus I don’t feel as if I am one. My time in Virginia, despite the aquatic aspect, has been comfortably similar to my time home in New York. The group of friends I’ve snuck into here has almost the...
Pace Yourself
JULY 22
2009
It’s doing it again. My mind is running, quite literally. Brain cells in overdrive like my rubber soles pounding hard against the concrete. The world is my track, not confined to the quarter- mile stretch of ergonomic rubber treading. It’s almost overwhelming, to have your thoughts always gearing toward a certain subject. A lopsided thought process leaving you...
Mr. Clean
Me: My room needs a severe cleaning
Ian: I am in the process of cleaning out my closet
Ian: It's a good feeling
Me: Are you going to find the old you in it?
Just Like Heaven
Me: That's what I think heaven would be
Me: You'd just be inside a giant 3D Dorito, taking a bite out of the wall whenever you want
Ian: While beautiful women give you head and beer flows out like water
Me: And beautiful men look on in jealousy
My favorite thing I'm following on Tumblr is...
Take A Walk
JULY 18
2009
The muffled stir of engines on the distant highway. My rubber soles clicking against the cold concrete sidewalks. The crickets serenading me with symphonies, seeming to compose all the sounds around me with their own. My favorite is the churning of the streetlight box on the corners, when it’s late at night you hear the lights changing and it’s surreal.
A Substitute For Dieting.. Plus Size Stores
Me: Oh It's my favorite store, Catherines for Plus Sizes
Molly: Those clothes are awful!
Molly: I mean, look at that print it just adds to it.
Me: No no! It helps take focus off how fat they are because you focus on the pattern, I mean if they were wearing a white t-shirt they'd look enormous.
Molly: No. They make ugly clothes that just make the fat people look worse!
Me: Well, Maybe that's their ploy. It makes them feel even worse for being obese, the fact that they can't wear acceptable clothing, so it's sort of like urging them to lose weight.
