these days, lazily sampled from email

thursday: "yesterday brought me through central park where me and the kid fauxfished, looked at the weird little copcars, and he did the thing where he runs up a hill, stops, giggles, falls over, and rolls down. never a dull moment, when you're twoandahalf and high on summer and half an apple.
i had many a moment of fluky mindlessness on my way to return sexy but too small blinds to kmart (forgot measurements, returned home, left them down the stairs while i ran up, came back down, they were gone, ran outside, just caught the landlord trashing them, got hem back, went to kmart, didn't have my wallet, they didn't have my size, grrr, i'm off to home depot.)
i then discovered that netflix are sending my movies to nr 18 instead of 19, so i explained in my suckiest spanish (posta? envelopa? roja?) and got my first disc so now i can have odd memories and dawson for breakfast"
after a very gloomy friday (not only was it sort of wishy washy rainy, but i also finished gilmore girls season three, fire!, jess!, pregnacy! and disc one of my ultimate sick and guilty pleasure dawson's creek, the season where joey en pacey hook up, jen gets chased by michael pitt and dawson and andie chew up valuable screen time with unexpressive foreheads and incredibly lame teen depresssion.)
today, saturday: "got up, watched some rosemary's baby (it's been taking me days now, it just won't end, or get really scary, although the concept of being in a half-furnished new york apartment with weird noises (this morning 7:30 the opening sequence of lotr, i've had worse) feels familiar, mia farrow is cool though, the original gwyneth) then braved subway chaos to get to home depot, 2 stops downtown local, several uptown express, then 9 blocks walking to return the too short blinds i bought yesterday, also found out i'd need a drill. now you might think a drill moi? exactly. never used one, but i still got on that local subway downtown, suddenly running all the way, and started drilling. the effect: a set of very shiny horizontal blinds, a very good moment to quote the dutch translation luxaflex, much cooler than blinds, huh?
did some cereal shopping, got a slightly larger size of my heart tshirt from the young designer's market up the street (i bought it with caroline, off white with an anatomical drawing of a heart over mine and a red bloody stripe through it that looks very funny when worn under a jacket) and proceeded to clean my house in it, floor wetswiffed, one window scrubbed and windexed. i could suddenly see the weather outside. it was lovely, sunny and touristy all day, but around half past five a summer storm strook up and the entire city was bathed in yellow light, the kind you find in belgian tunnels at night. you might be thinking he extrapolates, exagerrates, but really full on wong kar wai yellow (who i'm going to see with c. at the new york premiere of 2046!) gorgeous, especially on the red buildings on my street, the yellow cabs and the white face of the police station's clock, now sandwiched and sliced by my shiny blinds."