why you should never take your girl to the mall.
-mml

homegirl goes to william sonoma.
homegirl sees tomato slicer.
homegirl examines tomato slicer.
homegirl drops tomato slicer
      tries to catch it (instinctively).
homegirl says ow and sees blood.
william sonoma sales associates to busy to notice.
blood on floor.
homegirl apologizes for making a mess to associate.
associate tries to offer band-aid.
homegirl sees big cut and bone
       does not laugh at another associate's attempt to make tomato slicer sale through bad joke.
homegirl and roommate go to e.r.
nurses laugh at homegirl in a nice way.
doctor says: yep, you cut the tendon.
      take vicadin, come back tomorrow
      hand surgery.
homegirl is glad she has insurance
      and vicadin.

haiku.

dear __________________:

done now, i guess, and
sorry to say in haiku.
let's shake hands. goodbye.

sincerely,
me.

Currently Reading City of Refuge: A Novel By Tom Piazza see related

dear xanga,

i'm certainly not done with you yet.

but for right now i'm doing most of my blogging at http://youshouldseetheirfaces.blogspot.com.
i'll still hang with you some. maybe i'll come back. maybe i'll change my mind and be done with that blog eventually. we've been together for almost five years. you're the longest relationship i've ever kept up, and i really <3 you.

sincerely,
me.

jambalaya's good and all, but what the heck do you do when you want a pizza? this is quite distressing because for the last four year, there has been a pizza place literally every three blocks. and now there are only about ten places in the city, and not all of them deliver. this is quite distressing.

this is unacceptable.

today i got to feed the ducks during class. but only because there was a teacher evaluation going on and i had to leave the room.  so the teacher i'm ta-ing for says to me, "come on molly, let's go. i've got something to show you." and he has a really moldy loaf of white bread in his hand. it made sense once we left, but at first i wasn't sure what to expect. but the ducks, anyway, were kind of terrifying. they're a different color than the ducks i've always known. they look like they've been crossbred with turkeys or chickens or something, and it's kind of unsettling. the worst part is that they're really pushy. they get right up in your face. some were so fat they could hardly walk. that was hard for me to accurately gauge, though, because it's hard to tell when a duck is waddling and when it's too fat to waddle. it was fun, and a nice break from class. i'll do it again, i'm sure.

last night i crushed a child's dream about santa. i went to to a comedy sports show and shouted out for one of the skits "there's no such thing as santa." seconds later, my friends pointed out the kid sitting on the other side of the room. i had a difficult time enjoying the rest of the show after that. they said that he was proably old enough to know. i disagree.

i'm a terrible person.