writing poetry, snow. i like other countries. traveling without an agenda. i like doing things for no reason. like getting mad, or watching the moon, or going to hawaii. missing pia. peace. i love to dance. i want to run down a hill screaming. i also fight fires when necessary.
i just want a hot cup of coffee, black, and I don't want to hear about your troubles
Audrey hepburn... Moon river
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I'd like to meet Leonard Cohen. And Sigmund Freud.
the waifs, fiona apple, david gray, death cab 4 cutie, tori amos, the innocence mission, regina spektor, alison krauss, STS9, paul weller, jimmy buffet, johnny cash, van morrison, macy gray, black crows, natalie merchant, norah jones, dido, joni mitchell, janis ian, peter paul & mary, janis jop, tom waits, pete yorn, neil young, red hot chili peppers, aphrodesia, coldplay, james blunt, U2, jack johnson, tracy chapman, snoop, erykah badu, ani difranco, ikarus
you me and everyone we know, run lola run, lost in translation, closer, the secret, eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, elizabethtown, orange county, garden state, casablanca, the matrix, vanilla sky, big fish, adaptation, renegade, magnolia, being john malkovich, fight club, 25th hour, someone like YOU!, stranger than fiction.
Want to be a surgeon? Here's what your life will be like at the hospital...: sex in the linen-supply room, catfights with your sister in front of the patients, sex in the on-call room, a "prom" in the recovery room so you can wear your strapless evening gown to work, and sex with the married attending physician in an office. Oh, and some surgery. When was the last time you were in a hospital and spotted two doctors going at it in an empty bed?
i like myth busters. days of our lives. the amazing race. that is it! i hate tv.
Halloween In Denver
She didn’t think that she would get any trick or treaters, so she didn’t buy anything for them. That seems simple enough, doesn’t it? Well, let’s see what can happen with that. It might be interesting.
We’ll start off with me reacting to her diagnosis of the situation by saying, “Hell, get something for the kids. After all, you’re living on Telegraph Hill and there are a lot of kids in the neighborhood and some of them are certain to stop here.â€I said it in such a way that she went down to the store and came back a few minutes later with a carton of gum. The gum was in little boxes called Chiclets and there were a lot of them in the carton.
“Satisfied?†she said. She’s an Aires. “Yes,†I said. I’m an Aquarius. We also had two pumpkins: both Scorpios.
So I sat there at the kitchen table and carved a pumpkin. It was the first pumpkin that Ihad carved in many years. It was kind of fun. My pumpkin had one round eye and one triangular eye and a not-very-bright witchy smile.
She cooked a wonderful dinner of sweet red cabbage and sausages and had some apples baking in the oven.
Then she carved her pumpkin while dinner was cooking beautifully away. Her pumpkin looked very modernistic when she was through. It looked more like an appliance than a jack-o’-lantern.
All the time that we were carving pumpkins the door bell did not ring once. It was completely empty of trick or treaters, but I did not panic, though there were an awful lot of Chiclets waiting anxiously in a large bowl.
We had dinner at 7:30 and it was so good. Then the meal was eaten and there were still no trick or treaters and it was after eight and things were starting to look bad. I was getting nervous.
I began to think that it was every day except Halloween.
She of course looked beatifically down upon the scene with an aura of Buddhistic innocence and carefully did not mention the fact that no trick or treaters had darkened the door.
That did not make things any better.
At nine o’clock we went in and lay down upon her bed and we were talking about this and that and I was in a kind of outrage because we had been forsaken by all trick or treaters, and I said something like, “Where are those little bastards?â€
I had moved the bowl of Chiclets into the bedroom, so I could get to the trick or treaters faster when the door bell rang. The bowl sat there despondently on a table beside the bed. It was a very lonely sight.
At 9:30 we started fucking.
About fifty-four seconds later we heard a band of kids come running up the stairs accompanied by a cyclone of Halloween shrieking and mad door bell ringing.
I looked down at her and she looked up at me and our eyes met in laughter, but it wasn’t too loud because suddenly we weren’t at home.
We were in Denver, holding hands at a street corner, waiting for the light to change.
from Revenge of the Lawn, Richard Brautigan, 1971
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