PS
No muffins for breakfast, but there will be: PIZZA FOR LUNCH!

I'm totally loving this transit strike stuff.

holy flecker--i relate to this post 123%! but for some reason, it made me laugh so hard, i almost spit coffee all over my desk. that would have been keyboard number seven in two years, by the way. p.s. what song was playing in your head at the time? "Mother, mother...There's too many of you crying...Brother brother brother..." teee hee.

>what song was playing in your head at the time?

I'm not sure - probably something by the Silver Jews, actually - but there was also a pretty stranger crossing the street beside me at the time.

As we were both nearing death, I reached out to her and said:

"We're going to die together..."

Which, I thought, was rather funny and even just a bit charming. She, however, did not laugh. As a matter of fact, she did not acknowledge my existence in any way at all.

She only ran.

well, y'know, there are a lotta crazies out there. it's all in the delivery. did you laugh when you said it or did you sing the words and hold out a styrofoam cup for spare change?

did you sing the words and hold out a styrofoam cup for spare change?

I thought I was about to die, Nina. I screamed the words. Death-throes.

Just kidding.
When I speak, it's always a song.

well then all i can say is...what a straight-up biznatch!! i'm happy you lived. that way, maybe--just maybe--one day we'll meet again at pipa. pip-pip-hooray! call me later, stevie wonderful. xo