20070426

Disconnected

After stripping down to my boxers I lay down in her bed, kicking at the sheets until they fall over the side. She lies down next to me in her pyjamas. The sun is creeping in through the window onto my leg, my stomach is growling, but I just lie there.

We speak until the window goes black again. To someone who couldn't speak any English, it would look like we're having a conversation in that bed. That conversational back and forth is there. To someone who speaks English though, they'd notice that what she says never has anything to do with what I just said, and what I say has nothing to do with what she just said. We're both just talking to the other person. Saying things completely disconnected from anything that was said before.

20070413

All of them one dollar

Smiling is how I respond to someone telling me I look hot. Last night at the bar, I was smiling a lot. This morning when I woke up, I noticed that the shirt I was wearing, the black tight sleeveless that thinned my waist and puffed up my chest, I noticed that the seam was splitting up the side.

Standing in the discount store, I'm looking at a wall of needles and thread. They have row upon row upon row of sewing kits, all of them for a dollar. Thirty needles by themselves? One dollar. Two needles, one thimble, eight shirt buttons, three spools of thread, and one needle threader? One dollar. Twelve spools of thread, thirty needles, one tape measure, one pair of scissors, one thimble, two shirt buttons, two safety pins, two snap fasteners, and one needle threader? One dollar. Four needles, four spools of thread, and one thimble? One dollar.Two needles, four spools of thread, six shirt buttons, one thimble, and one pair of scissors? One dollar. Just variation after variation, from small packages to larger ones, all for one dollar. One package a subset of another package? Both of them, one dollar. All of them different, all of them one dollar.