every time I sleep here, all my dreams are about being awake here. walking around your apartment, talking to you, or my sister, or the president, or a lion.
I always wake up confused.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
a stack of books, duh
the fort idea was alright, except everyone filled the forts with polaroids and feathers, and their beautiful cats and bicycles, and their darlings.
because, look at you! my love, you're so gorgeous i want to tack a blanket to the wall and take a hundred pictures of you here with these seashells i like and the cats.
because she was trying to find the box with the buttons in it, and couldn't, and then she walked around for ten minutes asking him to help her before realizing he was outside on the roof for no reason.
or because when he knocked over her lamp while he was propping up the mattress, he went to get a new lightbulb and found her saving a spider from the shower.
because, look at you! my love, you're so gorgeous i want to tack a blanket to the wall and take a hundred pictures of you here with these seashells i like and the cats.
because she was trying to find the box with the buttons in it, and couldn't, and then she walked around for ten minutes asking him to help her before realizing he was outside on the roof for no reason.
or because when he knocked over her lamp while he was propping up the mattress, he went to get a new lightbulb and found her saving a spider from the shower.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
A list of all the things
You know how people all say the same things? Like, "Oh I guess that means it's free!", "This is your big sale for the day!", "You look like you need something to do!", "Hell yeah I'll drink a beer, just as soon as i finish this triathlon" etc. etc.
I forgot how great working here on Sundays is. I get to resent people for coming in and interrupting Don Quixote.
I glare through the window at the people who look like they might be on their way in, and they act like they forgot something in their car and walk back across the street.
I might be projecting a little bit.
Pinback is on again, and it's almost Persian New Year and I'm all coffee buzzed and it's weird how things are so different right now than a year ago when I was doing the exact same thing.
It's like people all saying the same thing over and over but i get to react differently each time.
"HAHAHahaha NO it's not free! That's so funny you would say that! Free... haha, you wish!!"
"Yeah, twelve cents, I guess I can go home now"
"I know, I've been waiting all day for you to come in"
"Just call it quits.. I have pretzels!"
like giant fake laughing at people who say boring things because they get so thrown off.
like boys who wear cardigans but like their rosy-cheeked friends even more.
like receiving pretentious french film text messages and responding with, "have you ever seen space jam?"
like you because you don't act like you're all complicated and i really appreciate it.
I forgot how great working here on Sundays is. I get to resent people for coming in and interrupting Don Quixote.
I glare through the window at the people who look like they might be on their way in, and they act like they forgot something in their car and walk back across the street.
I might be projecting a little bit.
Pinback is on again, and it's almost Persian New Year and I'm all coffee buzzed and it's weird how things are so different right now than a year ago when I was doing the exact same thing.
It's like people all saying the same thing over and over but i get to react differently each time.
"HAHAHahaha NO it's not free! That's so funny you would say that! Free... haha, you wish!!"
"Yeah, twelve cents, I guess I can go home now"
"I know, I've been waiting all day for you to come in"
"Just call it quits.. I have pretzels!"
like giant fake laughing at people who say boring things because they get so thrown off.
like boys who wear cardigans but like their rosy-cheeked friends even more.
like receiving pretentious french film text messages and responding with, "have you ever seen space jam?"
like you because you don't act like you're all complicated and i really appreciate it.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
stay tuned, bunkers
i'm so tired, you guys.
i made a really nice dinner and was like, "oh i should take a picture of th- fuck it, let's eat."
a bunch of times.
dudes! it's my birthday soon! i got button supplies and i'm making buttons with my face on them and you all have to wear them!
i'm kidding. what i'm really gonna do is sleep for 45 hours.
i made a really nice dinner and was like, "oh i should take a picture of th- fuck it, let's eat."
a bunch of times.
dudes! it's my birthday soon! i got button supplies and i'm making buttons with my face on them and you all have to wear them!
i'm kidding. what i'm really gonna do is sleep for 45 hours.
Friday, August 8, 2008
hi, sunshine.
Oh! I have a good story for you:
This guy rolls in all wearing a fucking la gear tank top and some dumbass baseball cap and sunglasses (see: "I Automatically Hate Anyone Who Wears These Things: Tank Top, Sunglasses, Baseball Cap" by Elizabeth Renew, February 2008). He's giving me this "Uggh I'm in a hurry 'cause I parked in the red" like it's my fault or I should care or something, and so I do exactly what you would do: move extra slowly and make a lot of mistakes. Finally he's like, "Ughh I'm late to work now so can you hold on to my receipts for me?" and high-tops his way back to his purple truck or whatever. He doesn't give me his name or nothin' so I tell the girl I work with that some rude guy might come back for his receipt and she says "ok, put a note on it." So I write "hold for douchey american-apparel-looking guy 7/26/08 -elizabeth" on a post-it and stick it on there.
Then the next day I'm just workin' and this dude is looking at me with this obnoxious grin and he goes, "Hey Elizabeth. That was a nice note, by the way."
What??
Oh. Shit.
Anyway, I'm tired of telling that story now. Yesterday was my day off and I was sitting on the bookstore stairs with some sweet bookstore cats and everything smelled like old books and coffee, and sometimes life is the best. I bought so many books after that.
Uh, something else I forgot, and then Hannah was telling me all about how her friend has panic attacks because he used to do a lot of ecstasy and also now he's kind of nuts in general, uh, and I lost my train of thought.
This guy rolls in all wearing a fucking la gear tank top and some dumbass baseball cap and sunglasses (see: "I Automatically Hate Anyone Who Wears These Things: Tank Top, Sunglasses, Baseball Cap" by Elizabeth Renew, February 2008). He's giving me this "Uggh I'm in a hurry 'cause I parked in the red" like it's my fault or I should care or something, and so I do exactly what you would do: move extra slowly and make a lot of mistakes. Finally he's like, "Ughh I'm late to work now so can you hold on to my receipts for me?" and high-tops his way back to his purple truck or whatever. He doesn't give me his name or nothin' so I tell the girl I work with that some rude guy might come back for his receipt and she says "ok, put a note on it." So I write "hold for douchey american-apparel-looking guy 7/26/08 -elizabeth" on a post-it and stick it on there.
Then the next day I'm just workin' and this dude is looking at me with this obnoxious grin and he goes, "Hey Elizabeth. That was a nice note, by the way."
What??
Oh. Shit.
Anyway, I'm tired of telling that story now. Yesterday was my day off and I was sitting on the bookstore stairs with some sweet bookstore cats and everything smelled like old books and coffee, and sometimes life is the best. I bought so many books after that.
Uh, something else I forgot, and then Hannah was telling me all about how her friend has panic attacks because he used to do a lot of ecstasy and also now he's kind of nuts in general, uh, and I lost my train of thought.
Monday, July 21, 2008
check into cats!
I am so goddamn tired right now.
I couldn't get to sleep last night and when I finally did, I had the weirdest nightmare about some butler guy and going back to school and critical mass and fox news.
Then fuckin' Ricardo woke me up shouting into his phone, and I could actually even hear the girl he was talking to, and they were both shouting, and why the hell does anyone have to be that loud ever in the world, ever, about anything, especially which club are we on the list for, I'M NOT SURE, I THINK THE IVY?!!!! OR MAYBE JACK'S, I HAVE TO CALL RAUL THOUGH!!!!!!!!!
I didn't even get to see batman this weekend. But I bought a bike and I did a bunch of productive things like going to the tailor and getting film developed and making Robyn a killer birthday present if I do say so, and buying the new Beck cd but not listening to it yet. Oh and going back to school!! and getting a cell phone, so you guys have to call me to say what's up and then I'll have your numbers again. Both of you.
I couldn't get to sleep last night and when I finally did, I had the weirdest nightmare about some butler guy and going back to school and critical mass and fox news.
Then fuckin' Ricardo woke me up shouting into his phone, and I could actually even hear the girl he was talking to, and they were both shouting, and why the hell does anyone have to be that loud ever in the world, ever, about anything, especially which club are we on the list for, I'M NOT SURE, I THINK THE IVY?!!!! OR MAYBE JACK'S, I HAVE TO CALL RAUL THOUGH!!!!!!!!!
I didn't even get to see batman this weekend. But I bought a bike and I did a bunch of productive things like going to the tailor and getting film developed and making Robyn a killer birthday present if I do say so, and buying the new Beck cd but not listening to it yet. Oh and going back to school!! and getting a cell phone, so you guys have to call me to say what's up and then I'll have your numbers again. Both of you.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
skull full of shaving cream
I'm bored right now. I was super late to work and didn't get coffee and my brain feels like a damp paper towel.
It's really foggy outside, too. I feel like I match the weather.
So I've been all insomniatic and still having weird dreams. I had the craziest one of my life so far where Denzel Washington was this scary-ass vampire dude, and he beat the shit out of me for no reason and then Brad Pitt was the vampire assassin but he had to be disguised as a window and glass repair man. Oh, and I was babysitting the kids from Jon and Kate + 8.
Brad Pitt's hair looked really funny.
Remember how I used to be retired? and I would sit around knitting or reading and I had a cat and we watched silent movies and I couldn't sleep then either, but it was summer so it didn't matter.
i miss that shit and going to the park at night 'cause it wasn't scary, and going nuts on the picnic area with our bucket of chalk
I miss having friends who also have nothing to do all the time because then you end up buying fairly oddparents kites and flying them around all afternoon and then going home to drink different flavored hot chocolates and watch the family channel.
It must sound like I'm nostalgic for being eight years old, but really that was like two years ago. We used to buy a lot of weird shit and then go to the park with it.
It's really foggy outside, too. I feel like I match the weather.
So I've been all insomniatic and still having weird dreams. I had the craziest one of my life so far where Denzel Washington was this scary-ass vampire dude, and he beat the shit out of me for no reason and then Brad Pitt was the vampire assassin but he had to be disguised as a window and glass repair man. Oh, and I was babysitting the kids from Jon and Kate + 8.
Brad Pitt's hair looked really funny.
Remember how I used to be retired? and I would sit around knitting or reading and I had a cat and we watched silent movies and I couldn't sleep then either, but it was summer so it didn't matter.
i miss that shit and going to the park at night 'cause it wasn't scary, and going nuts on the picnic area with our bucket of chalk
I miss having friends who also have nothing to do all the time because then you end up buying fairly oddparents kites and flying them around all afternoon and then going home to drink different flavored hot chocolates and watch the family channel.
It must sound like I'm nostalgic for being eight years old, but really that was like two years ago. We used to buy a lot of weird shit and then go to the park with it.
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