I schlepped to the bagel store today and am currently eating an Asiago Parmesan bagel with bacon scallion cream cheese and a tomato. I am totally Ned right now. "GodDAMMIT, this is good."
The other night I was lying in bed with the radio on. Moonlight falls like rain. Soft summer nights spent thinking of yoooouuu. Here alone with the blues.
SOFT AND LOW THE MUSIC MOANS! CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT YOU! THINKIN' 'BOUT YOUUUU.
I wonder what sorts of things my brain would be capable of doing if I didn't use so much of it remembering song lyrics. Would I be an expert in quantum physics? Would I be a world-class athlete?
Answer: No.
What I was trying to say was I was lying in bed and I heard a train whistle in the night. Which is one of my favorite sounds. I immediately called Ned, because I am impolite and make phone calls at 11 p.m.
"Is there a train going by?" I asked. Ned lives .0006 inches from the train tracks. He is practically Nell from Dudley Doo-Right, tied to the tracks.
"Yes," said Ned, who'd have to be stone deaf to miss said train.
"I can hear your train!" I said, excited. I said, unconcerned about Ned's need for REM sleep.
So, I like that. When I hear a train I know I am hearing Ned's train. That he is over there with his whole place rattling and the screaming train whistle destroying his hearing bit by bit with each passing locomotive.
We need to start saying "locomotive" and not "train." Fancier.
Anyway, I like the sound of a train in the middle of the night. What sounds do you like?
Also, I love reading Post Secret every Sunday, and yesterday there was a video. 3:30 made me weep. Cause I am a giant pussy.
Am off now to do Tracy Quartermaine workout now, and I wish I could tell you how terribly much I adore me for remembering Tracy Quartermaine.
The first person who did something productive after school like participate in athletics or have a job and who therefore says, "I have no idea who this is" gets YOU KNOW WHAT from my YOU KNOW WHERE.
June. Off to look for The Ice Princess.
