oh lots of things

On Wednesdays, I go to Grand Central in the morning. As you may know, I always get a seat on the train, being that it's the end/start of the line where I live. So, eventhough I could change at Queensboro Plaza - to the 7, I don't. 59th and Lex to the 4,5,6? No. I'm not risking it. I go all the way to 42nd and switch to the shuttle. Do you know how people are feeling between 42nd Times Square and 42nd Grand Central. Well- from what I can tell by reading facial expression and body language- monumentally shitty every last one of them. At 8:50 am all along 42nd street we be so unhappy! C'mon my people, do you really have somewhere else to be right now that would be so much better? Have you noticed that when that other train is going past when we're walking to track four for the shuttle it's kind of like at disneyWorld when you see part of the roller coaster ride from in-line? I think you haven't!

So I guess I'm chipper. Without coffee, I never would be.

childhood memory: (we're getting in every conceivable blog thing today I've decided):

I am very small! We live in a house in New York City. Oh yes, I am like a girl in a book, in fact I have many personalized books about me and my birthday from mail order. We have a kitchen with black and white checked linoleum. We have jars full of jelly beans. They are not to eat. They are for decoration. The phone rings in the kitchen and I climb a stool and answer it. It is Brian, my friend, and the plumber's son, who lives next door. He says, "You have to get your mom, there's a bomb on your doorstep."

I say, "You're lying. I won't get her. There's not a bomb on the doorstep."

It turned out there was a BUM on the doorstep. This was the first time I heard the word "bum." We never did get rid of the bum on the doorstep and it was troubling to my mother because I loved him and played with his hair.

Imaginary conversation I want to have with my Mom one day.

Mom: What are you doing thanksgiving?
Me: Well, since I've gone to my dad's house for over ten years on Thanksgiving and I really like it, I think I'll go there.
Mom: Oh that's right - you really enjoy celebrating that there. That's a tradition you like. Well so go there sweetheart. You should go there and stay there since that's easier for you and it doesn't mean you hate me or choose him or anything like that because they make a big deal of thanksgiving and you enjoy it so. I'm obsessed with the christmas picture of course, becasue we haven't cultivated any other family tradition really -- but we can take that picture any time, and it's only meaningful to me, obviously -- I mean why would all four of you children lie about despising it? havea good time and try to see us sometime over the weekend though, okay?

More blog things...

I constantly read the blog of Gabriel Delahaye... which is called corporate-casual.com. I have written this here in case he ever googles himself, and finds this blog, and wants to hang out because he is hilarious and I think we should be friends or lovers or something. My blog is not as funny. His is the go-to for consistent hilarity. But I think we'd really enjoy eachother because I like to deconstruct movie posters as much as he does.

Okay.. more soon... let me keep drinking this coffee!!!!! Oh and comment bitches. I mean H and KFR... Idalia is so over won't get therapy and gwazdor is so busy with art. (oh link and watch his video from his show -- it's awe SOME.)

love
Alexis