Thursday, February 26, 2009

white sheets and the art of asian simplicity.

"And then about a week ago, it all became clear. I was putting the breakfast dishes away and Harold was warming up the car so we could go to work. And I saw the newspaper spread open on the kitchen counter, Harold's glasses on top, his favorite coffee mug with the chipped handle off to the side. And for some reason, seeing all these little domestic signs of familiarity, our daily ritual, made me swoon inside. But it was as if I were seeing Harold the first time we made love, this feeling of surrendering everything to him, with abandon, without caring what I got in return.
And when I got into the car, I still had the glow of that feeling and I touched his hand and said, "Harold, I love you." And he looked in the rearview mirror, backing up the car, and said, "I love you, too. Did you lock the door?" And just like that, I started to think, It's just not enough."

Sunday, February 1, 2009

maybe we'll notice the world's standing still.

sunday night, yuck.
I have so so so much on my mind yet no no no time to stop and write every little thoughta mine down. Grrrr, yay for yet another early monday morning?

ordinary. that's all it is anymore.
it's all very plain, original flavored.
ordinary.





ordinary.