Gasoline and Root Beer Fizz
I'm Mary. I like to sit at bus stops and sing to myself and wear sunglasses that are too big for my face. I hope to one day be homesick.
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So I don’t post here a lot, but I thought everyone should see Gary motherfucking Busey in a Century III car commercial. If he sings the “minutes from the mall” jingle I will personally march down there and buy a shitty Kia. Pittsburgh, you’re getting weird.
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Just heard a Janelle Monae song in a K-Mart commercial. I know I should be happy she’s getting the money/exposure she deserves but… :/
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rivers
like oceans
oceans
like answers
questions
in cloud forms
raindrops
in stanzas
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“A Love Letter to Fandom”
I don’t read fan fiction and I don’t write fan fiction but I love the people who do. It might be one of the most beautiful forms of literature, up there with ecstatic poetry—it’s born out of the best feelings good books and movies can give us and it’s playful and it explodes from writers without the pretense or pain original writing can hold. It’s the good dream of the literary world. It’s gorgeous. It shimmers. So write, fans, write. Please.
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Just ate some eggs that my chicken laid. I consider that chicken my daughter. Those were my grandchildren I ate. That’s pretty hardcore.
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Next step to becoming the ultimate badass: not crying when I think of telling my parents about it
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It’s barred black and white and I’m not really sure but from the ten minutes I’ve had it I get this feeling that it’s incredibly smart and endlessly fascinating. Name suggestions?
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1) Spiky crabs, spiky fish, spiky shrimp, any seafood that mutilates the hands
2) Getting horrifically burnt on the rice cake maker
3) Having to shower twice a day to get rid of the fish stank
4) THOSE DISGUSTING BATHROOMS.
5) People yelling at me about lemons
6) Getting horribly sunburned waiting for the bus
7) The motherfucking soundtrack
8) Most of the people
Things I Will Miss
1) Some of the people
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So there’s this VW van that used to stop at Wholey’s all the time. The guy who drove it was older and had a long gray beard and clearly lived in the van. The third time I saw him, I was selling corn on the sidewalk so I had the chance to talk to him about vandwelling. I almost called him over but I chickened out because the guy who plays accordion outside the store started making fun of him to me. I’ve felt very lame about my yellowness ever since.
Today, me and my friend were coming back from getting some cornbread (the most delicious of all the breads), and I saw the VW outside Kiva Han. I’m positive it was the same van, same bumper stickers and all. The guy wasn’t around, though, so I left a note with my email address and asked him to email me any tips he had. Left a note. Like a motherfucking outgoing person (well, kind of outgoing, not as outgoing as actually speaking…)
Anyway, I hope he emails me. I’ve always wanted a mentor with a long white beard.
