From the lacklustful desk of Melanie:
Hey I brushed my hair today.
Maybe it will stay neat?
It tends to get all crazy and unruly very easily.
Am I talking about my hair, or me?
Does it matter?
Drive-in double feature on a school night.
Ant Man followed by Inside Out.
I snoozed off during Inside Out which is too bad.
Moral of the story:
Grandma can't stay out past midnight.
I am reading "Trout Fishing in America" by Richard Brautigan.
After a heady book about the OED, something kooky like this is perfect.
Odd little book I found at the recycling center with yellowing fragile pages.
Written in 1967.
Amusing observations about America.
Love the fact that the chapters are so short.
Helps with my short attention span.
The poor person's grave chapter was a hoot.
I would love to fish, but fuck I hate waking up early.
Thus I would bomb as a fisherman.
And God Bless America.
Would it be sick to name my cafe
"Feed Us" and have a hungry fetus as a logo?
Just a thought.