Beech, You Kahn Keep Your Chezz
I watched a really sweet and funny movie last night called Castle with a really sweet and funny boy.
It’d be great if writing could capture the art of first person story telling because he had me rolling telling me about his vegetarian German friend trying to buy cheese from the deli at the Soviet Safeway (for those non locals: the shelves are bare and the lines are long, har har har).
“Eez your blade kleene?” trys to look like a sweet 26 yr old blond woman
“Of COURSE it’s clean” snaps neck big DC woman style
“Boot zare es meat on eet..”
and it culminates with
“Beech! You kahn keep your chezz!” (German woman walks off)
deli lady asks “where’d they go?”
next woman in line says “She *said* you can keep your *cheese*. *And* you’re a *bitch*.”
So a guy doing the voices of three very different women is funny. It’s kinda less funny when I dash out of his house after the movie to go home because I’m genuinely tired without giving him much of an explanation. Ugh. I tell him almost nothing. I borderline between laying a bunch of stuff out there and staying pretty much closed. I guess it’s really just what it is. My head and heart are just really full at the time being. Don’t take your finger out of the damn, Mi. I’m just waiting to move on to new hunting grounds. Allowing myself to feel more than an appreciation his good qualities is just not the way I’m wired at the moment. But I hate how cold that feels. At the very least it feels rude. ugh i’m not making any sense. It’s alright. He’s probably going to tell me to keep my cheese.
I am such a silly girl. I was going keep more stuff than I should. Talking about trucks and maybe movers and definitely short term storage and moving it again after living with Tony a while. All to keep furniture that’s I could repurchase for less money. DUH!!!
sell it, let Salvation Army get what’s still around, rent a big pimp daddy car, fill it with 2 of my 4 computers, clothes, some books and remaining household stuff (UPS some of it) and drive to NYC in comfy bliss, ready to couch surf for a couple weeks. (found out yesterday my brother’s current roomate isn’t gonna be gone til maybe mid Jan so I can’t really settle in yet heh)
ahhh sweet sweet relief!!!
JenniCam to go dark December 31. She used to work here as a contractor but they didn’t like the cameras on in the programmer cave. A producer just sent me this link. I think she had a brilliant idea, not that I’d do it..... my mom would find it.
Hi, from Boston! God bless the public library system for letting me get my Internet time for free!
yay! hi elle!
sorry i have bad news. he took the lamps too.
Hi miss. Tony tell you that you are welcome to crash at casa susanita? OF COURSE YOU ARE!! I’m very happy about your new job - YEA!! Your mintjelly electronic confection is charming - as are you. Pics of Zoe are so cute I could pee. Can’t wait to see your bright red head. Kiss - S.
Susie Q!!!!
YAY! he did say something, thank you, honeyloves! what a relief! i don’t want to sleep on those stinky boys’ couch for too many days in a row.
you are the cute-est-est.
Cute - est - est - Listen to how cute I really am - I just,just,just was talking to a friend and he may be working on a movie in Mexico and he’s looking for a subletter - he has awesome pad on Bleeker and Thompson with clean, cool, arty roomates - call me or e-mail - you have my info, no? and I will give you, Mia the Red, all the details!! P.S. Stu is smelly and he always forgets my name. What the hell?
Stu’s a big grump and labels his Britta water pitcher. He watches Saved by the Bell. How can he not remember your name? DORK
oooh COOL hehe not that i know which hood Bleeker and Thompson’s in… yeah i got yer number girl. :)
Yea- plus his name is STU! Which is another word for “sit in anger.” BLAH.
Bleeker and Thompson is in NoHo - (North of Houston - Right near Soho -South of Houston - natch). V.cool.
haha
sounds voondava! fanks again babe!
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