already reading:
early-afternoon trip to the library:
to the confused man at Hale & Hearty: sorry we all laughed at you when you couldn’t find the huge chalkboard menu; the country of New York is a harsh place.
to the man i ran full-force into while crossing 45th street: so sorry! i have a tendency to not look where i’m going, you just happened to be in my path of destruction.
to the mysterious co-worker who cleaned my pyrex in which i brought homemade cupcakes to the office this week: thanks, you rule. glad you enjoyed! (i know certain people had 3 cupcakes - in one day - and that’s pretty sweet.)
“ sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole/just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound.
— Marching Bands of Manhattan, Death Cab for Cutie
i was running late to begin with. my morning routine has slowly gotten out of hand, which is just another one of the pros on getting magic straight. my morning playlist was blaring, and i was walking on autopilot to my subway stop. as i was crossing the street, i stepped over a pile of leaves that had gathered in a gutter. it was only about 20 seconds later, when i was already more than half a block away that i realized a $5 bill had been half buried in the pile of leaves. hmm… i wasn’t going to turn back to reassess the situation, since i was way late for work. but then i thought - what if it had been a $50? i think then i may have gone back to see if i could locate someone who had dropped it. but what if i couldn’t? then i’m standing on the street holding someone else’s $50. i would feel really bad about keeping it. it would be like bad karma just parking itself in my pocket. ok, but what if it had been just $1? it seems like $1 is up for grabs. it’s like finding a lucky penny on the sidewalk. but $5? that’s almost money. in the end, i probably don’t need someone else’s $5. i could check back on the pile of leaves later tonight to see if it’s been claimed (sidenote: have my evenings really been reduced to checking for lost money in piles of leaves in the street??). otherwise, i’ll find a nice homeless person who looks like they could use $5.
“ oh, my life is changing everyday/in every possible way/and oh my dreams/it’s never quite as it seems/never quite as it seems.
— Dreams, The Cranberries (Song du Jour)
“ if i could be in a facebook relationship with excel, i would be.
— coworker, working late one night last week
“There are six things very wrong with my life:
1. I have one of those under-the-skin spots that will never come to a head but lurk in a red way for the next two years.
2. It is on my nose.
3. I have a three-year-old sister who may have peed somewhere in my room.
4. In fourteen days, the summer hols will be over and it will be back to Stalag 14 and Oberführer Frau Simpson and her bunch of sadistic ‘teachers.’
5. I am very ugly and need to go into an ugly home.
6. I went to a party dressed as a stuffed olive.”
—from “Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging” (yes it’s for pre-teen girls. but i don’t care. it’s hilarious.)
