Tuesday, January 20, 2009

inauguration! singing in the streets! miracles!

happy inaugural day people! i mean it truly when i say this couldn't have happened soon enough. good riddance W. i hope he lives long enough to see/realize what a huge mess he's made. and i hope obama stays grounded and follows his gut. we're all gonna get through this mess together.

i have this little knit skirt i wear all the time with some tall black riding boots. i walked into the dentist's office and the hygienist says, "oh! i have that skirt! it's from strawberry, right?" she was right, it was. but strawberry is one of those trashy little stores that i'd rather be caught dead than seen shopping in. thank god we were in the dentist's office and not anywhere near trendy/fashionable people. in my own defense, i only stop in when i get to my massage appointments early because there's one right near the spa.

have been starting my mornings off with this song lately. it never fails to get my head bopping around a bit, my shoulders swaying. i do have an issue when the harmonies come in. when i used to sing, i was an alto. i'm a total sucker for harmonies. and i literally can't keep them in, so sing them out loud without even realizing it. so if you're in new york and you see a little half-asian girl walking around singing something other than the melody of every song to herself, it might just be me. in my next life, i want to be a backup singer.

there is this girl that i keep seeing all over the city. i noticed her first at the forever 21 in union square. she was standing in front of me in line for the fitting rooms. she was small, but had a manly face, terrible skin, a long braid down to her ass. it was her clothes i noticed first. it was as if toni collette's character from "about a boy" had dressed her. but then i saw her at the columbus circle station a few days later. and i saw her in times square last week. and this morning, in my subway station early in the morning which means she probably lives near me. it's weird.

one of my bosses was on the us air plane. you know, the "miracle on the hudson". finding out about the plane was weird, mostly because by the time people started finding out about it, it was late enough to know that likely, everyone had survived. a bit of an anticlimactic, if blessed, outcome. "oh, everyone lived? must not have been that dramatic!" but hearing his tale...i can't even comprehend living through what you think are the last moments of your life. he had to think about whether he wanted to try to call his wife to tell her what was going on or whether he wanted to spare her the freak-out moments. seems like he made the right choice, especially since it was clear everyone was okay so quickly...anyway, be thankful for the things you have.


2 people who played with me:

Blogger Alexandra said...

maybe she is your lesbian stalker?

1/20/2009 9:22 AM  
Blogger Cousin said...

That's the same way Juliana Hatfield found John Strohm and Freda Boner (quiet Peter, that's her real name). That probably means nothing to 99.9% of the world under 40 (and 99.8% to the rest), but it's true!

1/20/2009 11:37 AM  

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