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No muffins for breakfast, but there will be: PIZZA FOR LUNCH! I'm totally loving this transit strike stuff.
Today, in Madison Avenue's vast emptiness, I was almost crippled by a mother bicycling her children to pre-school.
holy flecker--i relate to this post 123%! but for some reason, it made me laugh so hard, i almost spit coffee all over my desk. that would have been keyboard number seven in two years," by the way. p.s. what song was playing in your head at the time? ""Mother"," mother...There's too many of you crying...Brother brother brother..."" teee hee.
>what song was playing in your head at the time? I'm not sure - probably something by the Silver Jews, actually - but there was also a pretty stranger crossing the street beside me at the time. As we were both nearing death," I reached out to her and said:""We're going to die together...""Which", I thought, was rather funny and even just a bit charming. She, however, did not laugh. As a matter of fact, she did not acknowledge my existence in any way at all. She only ran.