The power of trend

Finally bought a drapey cardigan, as per insistance of women's fashion magazines.



It is too long in the front and too short in the back and tries to hang in the toilet, but has garnered praise and fanfare from co-workers (who said I looked "very Esquire" - slightly worrisome), and caused three still-acne-pocked college tourists in backwards caps to follow me like ducklings while picking up the post. I may have to start wearing winter boots over my pants and cinch enormous belts over my t-shirts.


In other news

* Paid for the meat-hammer threats by getting my heel stuck in my pants and falling down the stairs, flinging my keys up over my head and into the banana trees in attempt to free hands and grab railing.

* Sub and janitor have begun saying "bah-rah?" in response to everything, including my threats to bludgeon them with a stick.

Pet Project cont.

Step 2: wiping clean the ipod. GONE are the wailings and gnashings of my youth, GONE are the landmines that stud the landscape of my shuffle, GONE are things called love and presences still lingering and standing by you. I am reloading Pinkie with upbeat hipster librarian tracks - Gogol Bordello and Modest Mouse and the Decemberists and Franz Ferdinand and the like. Will brainwash self with barrage of perkiness.

Recap: Step 1 is adrenoline and excitement; have decided this will be our trip to New York in a few weeks. If the drive to Washingtonville with the speedy [ex]mother-in-law through New Jersey traffic doesn't do it, a ride on the subway with a child and a nazgul should. There is also IKEA, Anthropologie, Trader Joes, and the Lindt store to fall back on. This failing, we can go to the grocery store and get goose-bumpy about gallons of milk for under $9.


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