My mother and I send each other such great care packages that I will start recording their contents here. Phyllis' second care package includes: 1) This Must Be The Place (novel about moving to Berlin) 2) pair of American Apparel green and blue "tap panty" (my favorite kind of underwear!) 3) chocolate bar with bacon and salt in it 4) chocolate bar with encho, chillies, and cinnamon in it 4) Family Circus cartoon encaptioned "I wish Mommy would quit singin' that 'School days, school days' song" 5) one of her signature kawaii Yoshimoto Nara postcards. How can I top this?
Edit: I was already topped. Look at this recent email from Phyllis to me and my sister: "...Indicative of the black mood I'm in, this has led me to wonder if, when you're complaining about me to your dad (or each other), do you say, 'Mom's being such a cunt about....' And, this is the semantics part, why would this feel so much worse, so disloyal? Is it because we're comrades in female chromosones? Or something more?"
I recently only want to rent scary movies.
I'm cutting off my hair and getting some business casual clothing/a manicure in a "rebellious" shade for my first day at the new job.
And, we are painting the apartment walls a rich eggplant and getting hanging flower baskets and more paint from Kmart.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
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I'm so envious! Also, good move on the eggplant!
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