novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- a bad reputation/a gigantic goodbye. i have a living room again and in it yoshimi is battling the pink robots. while she emailed i sat on the floor making a gigantic goodbye card for one of my favourite coworkers; his last day is tomorrow. the rug is covered in glitter glue [and this fact alone makes me feel like i'm trapped in high school, huggy bear on repeat]. holly downstairs rescued a four week old pit bull puppy. i held it against my collarbone for an hour, discussing names. me: ralph maccio. holly downstairs: i was thinking of bob. me: name him salvador. you like salvador dali. the spots on his legs and ears are very pop-art; you should name him andy warhol. holly downstairs: maybe bob. me: how about jesus? i mean he practically died and was resurrected, right? holly downstairs: good one. jesus. nice. [mimicks calling the dog] jesus! jesus christ! that could work. he did have a blood transfusion today. and it seems like pit bulls are the most abandoned here, the most neglected. 11:04 pm - 10.24.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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