The Battlefield Where the Girls Say I Love You



That's just the thing: we will never tell you we love you. In fact, we're here only to hold hands across state lines and yell at the world. We're here to try to touch you across this chasm of flown things. Not even that. At most, I will teach you how to make a gin smoothie when there's nothing left in the house. Hannah can teach you several languages and what to do when your car breaks up with you. Thanks for coming out.

Friday, July 11, 2008

reason number 1, 437 to love my sister:

molly just called, during my morning class. so i step out into the hall and answer, sure that one of these days the call will be about someone being in a hospital (knock on anything even resembling wood).

she says, "hey. i'm in the depths of wal-mart. trying to figure out the FLIPPING difference between starbucks breakfast blend and house blend. i mean, what the hell?"

me: uh, i don't know. i mean, breakfast blend sounds better...

her: i am irate. did you see the morning show yesterday? they were talking about how to "cut corners" while the economy's down. only, they didn't interview, you know, NORMAL people. they talked to these rich couples who were like, 'we're getting up five minutes earlier to brew our own coffee. it's hard, but we're doing it. and my husband's learned how to wash HIS OWN car.' i mean, can you believe it, mame? then, the woman's all like, FIGURED OUT how to cook. me? i've cut about all the corners you can. and years ago.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Oh I hate seeing that crap on TV. Like big fugging deal - you are washing your own car and cooking for yourself now. Welcome to the real world people! Geez...

Anonymous said...

Um, actually washing your own car is way worse for the environment because there is no way to trap and re-use water... Also, the chemicals and, uh, yeah, it's possible I've been in SF for too long.