September 2008
12 posts
Things I Don't Understand And Definitely Am Not...
That’s not what that means.
Things I Don't Understand And Definitely Am Not...
The show is in two weeks.
I almost told you about this.
Things I Don't Understand And Definitely Am Not...
We are supposed to hate her.
What time, exactly, to leave.
Where I left my check book.
Things I Don't Understand And Definitely Am Not...
Every boy hates it when you wear dresses over pants.
Things I Don't Understand And Definitely Am Not...
From the song of the same name.
Crafts tables
Things I Don't Understand And Definitely Am Not...
Moving.
Printing, pressing.
Why he has your keys.
When I am going to write.
Things I Don't Understand And Definitely Am Not...
Those months when we rushed through Penn Station together, twice a day, and we saw “Hey, New York, you’re still beautiful,” scrawled on the wall, and it made me cry every time.
Things I Don't Understand And Definitely Am Not...
Why wouldn’t I hold the door for him?
You are in the type of band that rehearses in a basement in the afternoon with teenagers.
Patience.
Virtue.
A flannel fedora, all the way to 18th Street. It’s barely September. Seriously?
Things I Don't Understand And Definitely Am Not...
A lady was arrested for two overdue library books?
Whatever the opposite of burning sage is.
A surprise: it took so long for dark under-eye circles to appear.
I might not know anyone who deals with green cards.
Things I Don't Understand And Definitely Am Not...
Those initials.
Keeping score.
I’ve been told, on more than one occasion, that I have a particular skill in making bouquets out of bows at bridal showers.
Things I Don't Understand And Definitely Am Not...
I have watched this movie so many times.
She’s wearing my prom dress.
It’s actually two pieces.
That seemed like the biggest deal.
Things I Don't Understand And Definitely Am Not...
I haven’t called you back.
Or you.
Or him.
I called her. I think. I’ve lost track.