Things in my extra carry bag (stenciled "Eat From Kingston's Countryside") this morning: one thermos cup of coffee with lid tightly secured, one peanut butter sandwich in a sandwich bag, one single-serving yoghurt, two overripe bananas (C won't eat them), one metal pencil holder, one cereal bar (sweet & salty), one old copy of Communication Arts (Illustration Annual 42), one copy of Surrealist Painting (soft cover, Phaidon).
Things I've overheard this week, walking home from work:
Shaggy, snaggle-toothed man >> You like her. She's your buddy.
Middle-aged woman wearing a hoodie over a nightgown >> She's lucky I don't punch her in the neck.*
* I have to say, the phrase "punch in the neck" has gained considerably more currency in the last couple of years.
Fell asleep on the couch last night with Oona on my chest. Total heat-seeking suckyfest. I think that was around 8:30. C says she came and 'rescued' her around 10:30. Then she had to come back for me around 12:30. All I remember is the suddenly strong smell of alcohol (bourbon? gin?). Repress, my friend. Repress.
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Things I've overheard this week, walking home from work:
Shaggy, snaggle-toothed man >> You like her. She's your buddy.
Middle-aged woman wearing a hoodie over a nightgown >> She's lucky I don't punch her in the neck.*
* I have to say, the phrase "punch in the neck" has gained considerably more currency in the last couple of years.
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Fell asleep on the couch last night with Oona on my chest. Total heat-seeking suckyfest. I think that was around 8:30. C says she came and 'rescued' her around 10:30. Then she had to come back for me around 12:30. All I remember is the suddenly strong smell of alcohol (bourbon? gin?). Repress, my friend. Repress.
re: smell of alcohol--You are so bad. And you lie.
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