Friday, September 26, 2008

mundo real

today was my second day of selling bread to rich people by a well groomed park. i decided that i want to tutor part time because i really dont know if i could work selling bread and then later in the week selling cheese to rich people at some other store. also, i quit baking as a career four days ago, but it turned out that i am wanted for hire! so i feel enriched with possibilities again.


to be honest i've been kind of living my life through emails. i have a hard time staying present with what is going on, and then i see events for what they are when i am writing my email. for instance, kate and i were staying with our new friends from the summer. he has a funny neighborhood because they started leaving weird things in front of our door. first it was a walkie talkie. we took it in before naman was home because we thought it was a fun thing. we played with it a bunch, and then when i picked him up from the airport later that day and he said that his neighbor had received the same thing about a year ago. following that she had received several shopping bags of lingerie multiple times. well we threw out the walkie talkie, but the next day there was a ugly fake diamond ring on top of a paper that said LEROY and a phone number. we took it in, and then naman got mad at us for taking it in. for good reason though. i suppose it gave the impression of intrigue and acceptance. so when kate left an hour or so later to get groceries she came home to encounter a bottle of baby oil on our door step. my point is, i have accepted these string of events as devishly creepy.

in any case, kate and i are in our new apt now! and it's so cute! and our building is filled with cute girls! and a cute laying hen! did i mention kate and i have seersucker shower curtains, and we are slowly accumulating an abundance of plants?


flashback 1: apartment hunting: asshole on the left, for real mirrors in bedroom with astroturf carpet on right


flashback 2: same house, bedroom walls also included asbestos and gold glittered walls


flashback 3: our second day in philly; kate and i cooking breakfast


flashback 4: our delicious breakfast meal with french bread that i made




who would say that stains live and help one live?
Ink, Blood and Odor.

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