Monday, May 30, 2011

All those words I should have said

Yesterday, I kayaked to my neighbours' house and spent another four hours picking up sticks. But it was wicked sunny and a burn extends over my back and down both shoulders, making sleeping and showering uncomfortable. Then the guy who hired me asked if I wanted to take a spin on his 1973 Honda motorbike, which was nice, but I couldn't work the clutch and ended up pushing it down the driveway with my feet like a tricycle. And then it fell on me.

Today, my throat is swollen and I'm stuffed up, crouched over in front of the computer eating cheese. Over and out.

You Blew It

I slept until noon today. That never happens. Not sure which animal hibernates in the summer but I am becoming it. I seem to have earned brownie points at work because my boss pulled me out mid-toilet scrub to show me pictures on the internet of her new boyfriend (music producer C-Dawg, kid you not) Later she traveled up the steep flight of stairs to inform me that her allergies were acting up and could I please climb onto the bed and wipe those cob-webs off the roof. I think she is lonely.
Also went to that party at this other girl's house. I happened to sit at the end of the table with the pretentious kids- one minute reciting Shakespeare, the next talking about Stanley Kubrick's Lolita. And then Bernard, next to me tells me he works at a bike shop and that he has "oft compared a woman to a bicycle" (here I snorted and held back the dirty jokes...) And "I wrote this poem..." at which point he was distracted and I made a get away. I am serious, these were the worst dressed hip-kids I have seen.
But! I am going to buy a ticket for tomorrow night's Timber Timbre show. Listen!