Saturday, August 25, 2007

Twirling, Standing Still, Flying

A marching band clomped through my neighborhood last night. I don't know why. There was a flag-twirler and all. "Ironic."

Earlier in the day, I was on a mission that involved ringing the bell of the filthiest sex shop in Chelsea while tottering in my prissy work clothes. Passersby gawked at me. No one appeared to open the door.

This is a store that sells mannequins:

I'm going to Scotland next week. To see someone I have not seen in four years. I may have officially gone off the deep end. But I may have made a jackknife somersault that scored a 9.7 by the Austrian judge, too.

I am listening to a friend of mine interview Phil Collins on the radio about breaking up. I know some strange people. You, included.


At 8:22 PM, Blogger sheleena said...

and proud of it darlin'.

At 11:54 PM, Blogger mcbickle said...

aw, look who it is. i always feel so privileged to hear from the lady sheleena. one of my strange friends, to be sure...

At 4:07 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Travelling thousands of miles to see somebody you haven't seen in four years - pah! Four years, tis nothing!

AD xx

At 5:46 AM, Blogger mcbickle said...

so i'm not the only one who sees a disturbing pattern here?

somebody wins this lifetime's prize, no doubt. that would be you, AD. thank you.


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