i’m tired and emotional, it’s true.
For all my bitching about that woman, I wouldn’t mind some breakfast right now.
There’s something so wonderfully American about places that serve breakfast all day long.
Like blue jeans that get better the more you wash them,
Or take-out coffee in cardboard cups.
I want to flip this script
I want a hand-picked fate
I want one of those NYU girls who are new to college and new to the city
A ‘bisexual’ with a shiny backpack and a fading farmer’s tan
Notes from Mom filling up her inbox…
I want to while away the afternoon and watch
As she takes herself too seriously.
Posted by sterling at 4:24:00 PM