We wrote it on a cake &then he fed it to a dog. Or maybe it didn't happen like that. Maybe I didn't adapt the phrase until later.
But I can tell you that it's been consistent: men, cake, dogs.
Ian Southwell of all people tells me directly, and I quote, "your like a broken record," he spells it just like that and probably means no harm. Ian was one of-- if not the first boy-- who I ever let touch my boobs. He has known me for ten years so this is a fair enough statement. That I am like a broken record.
Because for years it's either the same exact individuals or other people that are just fill ins. You replace one person with another like this is a nice sci-fi movie with clones. This is a romantic comedy. This is a college students short film that really sucks and the Professor, despite better judgment will still hand out a B-
Jackson (broken records) asks if we can practice for the GRE because he is bad at analogies. I don't understand how this is possible. I answer ten out of eleven questions correctly and Jackson remains the best of them all. Out of all the "J" names his can resonate like streets and I could put two words together to group them with another two. No one told me it was half math.
Maybe if all if this wasnt half math. If there wasnt some unwashed girl lying on the couch, if I was a better dog walker, if I slept without moving, if i didn't change my phone number to avoid single human beings then I could be
a man feeding cake to a dog thinking the animal would be a fine
or
a woman knowing that money comes frequently and easily if you just keep your mouth shut.
They can say "she was a fabulous method actor, a tremendous dog walker."
Sunday, May 17, 2009
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