Thursday, May 25, 2006
The 2 weeks I worked were weird, miserable, fun, intriguing, crazy, boring, dreamy. Tonight I actually miss the sight of glistening strands of piled spaghetti cooked in olive oil, the cheesy covering on crayfish, the carrots and broccoli on chicken primavera, the clanging of pots, sizzling pans, white chits that print out of tiny machines, the kids crayons and the neat slices of lemons in the sink. It's 11 at night and I'm craving for lemons with ice cubes. If by magic and pixie dust someone, anyone, were to deliver it to my house now I would give him or her a kiss on the cheek and all the strawberries in my fridge. Strawberries for lemons with ice.
What is it like...
to smoke
to try to quit smoking
to take a smoking break
to take a smoke after a long while
to help someone quit smoking
to kiss a smoker
to film cigarette smoke floating like slow swirls for a movie
to have coffee and cigarettes
to smoke a pipe like ancient stately old men in rooms with wall-to-wall wooden bookcases and fountain pens
to smoke secretly and then try to fan away the smoke and spray perfume as someone knocks on the door
but i guess i won't find out most of these.
moled at 5/25/2006 08:01:00 AM
Sunday, May 21, 2006
Yes
moled at 5/21/2006 04:44:00 AM
