28 May 2009


Daisy is here at the library today. She seems to be filling something out, some kind of application, maybe way overdue tax forms? She's using one of those pens that my grandmother always uses, the ones that have all kinds of colors available - change from red to black to green with a mere click! I think she's on to me being on to her. I'm not a very sneaky peeker. I imagine her coming over and rapping my knuckles with that pen of hers. I know I wouldn't stand for some hooligan young lady staring at me - if I had a dime for every time I said "take a picture it lasts longer" when I was in high school I'd be RICH. Then again I guess going into Burger King with a gown on is sort of asking for it a little. In conclusion, when I'm 80 and have purple hair and fuchsia lipstick and blue eyeshadow and one of those turban things and gems on each and every finger, I will still be handing out the stink-eye to the starers.

26 May 2009


I know I've talked about this before - I know I have. But doesn't it sometimes feel like Ghostbusters II when the evil slime is flowing beneath the city and increasing in volume proportional to the evilness of the New Yorkers who are evil because of the slime and so on in cyclical fashion? Like, evil upon evil perpetuated by evil? For example: I was at the library, as usual (no Daisy today), when I heard a man spewing profanities at someone in the corner. In the LIBRARY. Where there are children, and other sensitive ears. Apparently this man was not happy with the person under verbal attack, for not having covered his mouth (properly, or at all?) when coughing/sneezing. The yeller kept yelling, the cougher/sneezer kept quietly defending his germ spreading ways - I didn't understand how it could be carrying on for so long. The mean guy giving his verbal mauling, the other guy making excuses for not covering his mouth, on and on. Finally the cougher/sneezer got up and left. I don't know what became of the yeller.

22 May 2009

Guy in Sling Watches Film at Cafe

I'm sitting next to a fellow at Gimme!, and he is just obsessively wiping down his laptop. Like there's no tomorrow. I've considered that maybe there was a mis-hap before I arrived, a spill, maybe a really juicy sneze, but something about him just screams "I must obsessively wipe down the keyboard and screen of my laptop because dust is EVIL and I must DEFEAT it!". And I think he's just watching a movie. Why come to a cafe and watch a movie on your laptop?? I'm doing exactly what one should be doing on a laptop at a cafe - checking my email, checking facebook, checking Gawker.

In other news, the sunburn on my back is peeling quite grossly. Reminds me of the days back in Florida when I would set myself to roast in the sun and could later peel my skin like when you let glue dry on your fingers.

19 May 2009

Daisy Spotted Outside of Kellogg's Diner

I guess that's where she has lunch. I wonder if she loves the grilled cheese there like me.

14 May 2009


I don't have the internet at home, since I'm a poor student, so I come to the library to satisfy any interweb needs I have. Lately there's been an older woman coming in and sitting near where I sit. She's always coughing a very phlegmy cough, and every time she coughs she seems surprised that she just can't shake it. I hadn't really gotten a look at her until a few minutes ago when she got up to get a book - she's looking pretty hip in boots, a black pencil skirt, and a paisley print shirt. Just now I looked up and noticed that she has her nose buried in an old copy of The Great Gatsby and I thought "this lady with this crazy makeup and frizzy/mussy short hair looks old enough to have LIVED The Great Gatsby." This is the kind of old lady I want to be one day - crazy makeup, crazy hair, crazy outfit, sitting in the local library reading something that totally makes sense with all the craziness.