1.15.03 – overheard

just write something

i haven’t been silent for lack of things to say, just so much uncertainty and change that it’s hard to force a coherent thought. tonight i headed for the flying M, armed with a notebook and pen, thinking that perhaps the narrow lines and the inviting, pale green paper (spiral bound, cardboard cover) would seduce a complete thought out of me. it seems that no one in boise has anything to do on a wednesday night in january except hang out at the flying M in noisy, gossipy groups. things like, “and then i woke up naked” and “i’d put ice in my nipples, wouldn’t you?” kept drifting over from the next table, and it was impossible to ignore the fact that i, with my cup of peppermint tea and solo notebook, writing about employment insecurities, was boring. i moved to a table in the corner, but the girl next to me was busy listing all the ways in which she was psychic: “and sometimes, i’ll say a word, and my dad will be like, hey, i was just thinking about that word too! and it won’t be, like, a normal word, it’ll be a really weird word.”

phrases that led search engines to slithy tove this week include:

fear of dentist cartoon

married lady to cheet with (sic)

parties and sushi and women

tod’s oxford shoes

raspberries & worst movie

rabbits having sex coffee mug

plus the usual references to a certain adult film star whose last name is the same as this blog’s. stop looking here, you dirty old men!