Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Ordering things

Almost asleep in a strange bed, pretending to be facing the other way.

The loop around the high school.

It's okay to be the lone holdout.

Those are terrible directions!

The old "Thank-A-Tree" campaign.

I'd rather be thinking up "I'd rather be..." slogans.

Sunday, November 26, 2006

This used to be all cornfield

The familiarity of unfamiliar grocery stores.

(I'd like to steam her asparagus.)

Age is wasted on the old.

A mall-chair massage.

Lying low in Koreatown...

A song that rhymes "shooting star" with "candy bar."

Makes me wish I were what again?

The Flanks:
Happiest sad music I ever heard in the subway.

Sunday, November 19, 2006

Spectacular headbands

Holiday cheer.

Bless the chatter and buzz.

Cranberry juice and seltzer induced depression.

I'm always in the market for influence.

(I see what you mean.)

Friday, November 17, 2006

A labor of like

Let's keep the line moving.

(I have trouble remembering the substance of those conversations.)

Let's meet at the hot dog cart at the corner of the soccer field.

(I'd like to shroud her skyline.)

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Electronically secure

I can't remember the last time I used the phrase, "I can't remember the last time I...."

"That balance is outstanding!"
(Said at circus and bank)

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Can I get a drag of that?

Me and the briefcase boys.

I like these plaid pants, but what would I wear them with?

Band: The Like Wows

(I see you took my advice.)

The Kitchen You Grew Up In

(I thought it was common knowledge...)

Thursday, November 09, 2006


It's just a matter of sitting down.

Look--the wist king.

Left in a bike basket.

The thinker--in a souvenir seat from an old stadium.

Facial heir

(Doesn't necessarily mean anything.)

I like to sit across from that religious dome.

Such as...

Oh, like they know what they're talking about.

Band: The Who Knews

A lost clause.

Corny weather.

(I applied for that job.)

(I think we both know the answer to that.)

Sunday, November 05, 2006

Everything you know about being wrong is wrong

What does that remind you of?

The All My Faults

...with her carton of apple juice and gourmet potato chips.

You deserve better.

A novel in text messages.

He recognizes things for what they are,
and he's teaching creative writing next semester!

Soft sun around here.

Printer ink and guitar strings...

Hiawatha-style yoga

I've programmed a computer or two in my day.

Can we drop this stuff off at the car?

(I'd like to soleil her moon fries.)

Dude, you're rich!