Thinking of You

I got an email from my grandma today.

I am watching a rat on the subway track.

It is almost my sister's first anniversary.

The four train is running on the two track in Brooklyn.

I got a used bicycle a week ago in Park Slope and have a crush on the guy from the bike shop where I got it tuned up.

I still have not done anything about my house.

I have booked a flight to Cleveland for Thanksgiving.

I am frustrated by my current job, a tv show that lasts until March.

I am so proud of my mother and sister and grandmother and The Sound Scientist and Empathetics and everyone else I know who campaigned for Barack Obama.

I have hope that Helicopter Ballerina will come home safe from Iraq in April.

I found a new pair of grey and white striped elbow-length fingerless gloves. I still have the lone glove left over from the last pair.

My cats are in love with my roommates, who spend more time with them than I do, but they still love me best.

I still think about the Producer sometimes but no longer with disappointment or scorn.

I have a brunch club, to which you are always cordially invited.

The Sound Scientist is one of my favorite friends but he's in worse denial than my mom.

My dad is still with me every day, and I still cry when I think about how much I miss him. I am afraid that my mother is not as okay as she'd like me to believe.

Peanut is coming any day now and I have finally realized that I am very probably going to miss the most important event in our little family's existence.

I still feel lonely every day I'm not with a friend. I think sometimes I drive my friends crazy because I never stop going.

Now I am sitting on the four train going to Bergen Street. I parked the production van on St. Mark's, but I'm not sure why. I got it towed a couple weeks ago in Queens but my coordinator laughed it off.


kyle the girl
(on iPhone)