"Please. Don't have a boyfriend when I come back from Korea. Please. I need single friends to hang out with."
"What if I find you a boyfriend for when you come back? What if I have some pictures of you and say, 'Hey, look at my friend. She's coming back to Chicago in a little bit.' and have one ready for you?"
"Yeah. I guess that could work. You could give them my Facebook and we could be friends beforehand."
"Yeah, I'll do that."
"No. I'm joking. You know that right? I know how you are. You'd totally do that."
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Days Inn
The wind was picking up so the smell in the stairwell was pretty strong. It was about 90 degrees near the six-lane blacktop in Ohio. Or was it a Howard Johnson? Why was it that only motel-style buildings smelled like that? Like the forced air of a wall unit was full of sponges soaked with cat piss.
I remember standing in my living room on 64th place in front of the a/c, looking inside. This happened every night for years. I didn't understand why my parents put salt just inside the vents, but I understood that it was probably what everyone did. Since my parents did what everyone did. So, I asked them what the purpose was. It was mom's bowling night. I remember dad just looked at me and said "I don't know". There was a lot of salt in there. Wavy piles that weren't moving or blowing out at me, even when the unit was going at full blast.
I figured mom was the one who did it, since she did everything. I asked her the next night, "Mom, why is there salt in the vents?" She told me that it wasn't--that it was a piece of the air conditioner. I stuck my fingers inside. If I did it now, I'd be able to reach the salt.
Quite a while--maybe even the next season--later, mom took the a/c out and popped off the vent's face and pulled out the white styrofoam-ish "salt" and washed off the dust from storage. I never stood in front of the air conditioner again.
I remember standing in my living room on 64th place in front of the a/c, looking inside. This happened every night for years. I didn't understand why my parents put salt just inside the vents, but I understood that it was probably what everyone did. Since my parents did what everyone did. So, I asked them what the purpose was. It was mom's bowling night. I remember dad just looked at me and said "I don't know". There was a lot of salt in there. Wavy piles that weren't moving or blowing out at me, even when the unit was going at full blast.
I figured mom was the one who did it, since she did everything. I asked her the next night, "Mom, why is there salt in the vents?" She told me that it wasn't--that it was a piece of the air conditioner. I stuck my fingers inside. If I did it now, I'd be able to reach the salt.
Quite a while--maybe even the next season--later, mom took the a/c out and popped off the vent's face and pulled out the white styrofoam-ish "salt" and washed off the dust from storage. I never stood in front of the air conditioner again.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Inaugural Post
I can't think of a more appropriate first post. The reason behind my blog:
From: My Cousin
Sent: Monday, June 21, 2010 3:44 PM
To: Me
Subject: RE:
I like to be dumb.
_
From: Me
Sent: Monday, June 21, 2010 3:42 PM
To: My Cousin
Subject: RE:
1. boredom
2. I need to spend time writing. Either that, or I need to go back to school. I’m getting’ dumm
_
From: My Cousin
Sent: Monday, June 21, 2010 3:41 PM
To: Me
Subject: RE:
How come?
_
From: Me
Sent: Monday, June 21, 2010 3:41 PM
To: My Cousin
Subject:
I am reviving my blog.
From: My Cousin
Sent: Monday, June 21, 2010 3:44 PM
To: Me
Subject: RE:
I like to be dumb.
_
From: Me
Sent: Monday, June 21, 2010 3:42 PM
To: My Cousin
Subject: RE:
1. boredom
2. I need to spend time writing. Either that, or I need to go back to school. I’m getting’ dumm
_
From: My Cousin
Sent: Monday, June 21, 2010 3:41 PM
To: Me
Subject: RE:
How come?
_
From: Me
Sent: Monday, June 21, 2010 3:41 PM
To: My Cousin
Subject:
I am reviving my blog.
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