July 2009
20 posts
“Fat girls wear striped pajamas.”
– E. Kwartler
More from Emily Post
Sometimes pushing people send presents, when they are not asked to the wedding, in the hope of an invitation. Sometimes others send presents, when they are not asked, merely through kindly feeling toward a young couple on the threshold of life. It ought not to be difficult to distinguish between the two.
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My Dear Mrs. Upstart: Thank you for the very handsome candlesticks you sent us. They were a...
sonnet 34
“Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day, And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o’ertake me in my way, Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke? ‘Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break, To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face, For no man well of such a salve can speak, That heals the wound, and cures not the disgrace: Nor can thy shame...
how quickly we forget our childhood
My favorite toy is, always has been, and always will be, the slinky. Yes, play-doh gives it a run for its money, but the slinky always comes out on top.
Not any new fancy rainbow plastic slinky. An old fashioned, shiny metal one, with my name written in red sharpie down the side. It’s missing both the little couplers that stop it from have point sharp edges, and sure, it has a few battle...
goodnight stars, goodnight air...
aja:
in the great green room there was a telephone and a red balloon and a picture of— the cow jumping over the moon
and there were three little bears, sitting on chairs and two little kittens and a pair of mittens and a little toy house and a young mouse and a comb and a brush and bowl full of mush and a quiet old lady who was whispering “hush”
goodnight room goodnight moon goodnight cow...
reminisce on Potter
When I went to go buy the 7th book, I went at midnight. The 6th and 7th books were the only two I didn’t have before the release date, and the 7th was the only one I went to the midnight party for.
I was at the Mall of America, and was with some friends, but they were all smart enought o drop by early on and pick up their tickets, so they were way ahead of me in line. I wandered arond,...
I find myself once again enthralled.
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67 days.
Until I leave for college. And I sit here in my basement room looking around at all the possessions that my brother left on the shelves untouched, or on a bulletin board, or just sitting in a corner. These posessions haven’t been used since he left, some 5 years ago. Sure he’s been in here since then, and so have I, but there are just those things around. I don’t think he...