Showing posts with label bathroom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bathroom. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Matters

When I go to bathroom in public washrooms I always kick down the lever with my foot, so I don't have to touch it. I learned the trick when I was 14 from a girl on my speech team. I have not talked to that girl in a decade. I still think of her probably 33% of the time I am flushing a toilet.

At summer camp I eavesdropped on two girls with braces and frizzy hair (signs of maturity from my fifth grade standpoint) while we played water polo in a shallow lake. One said, "You should never do anything for an award," and I still live by that.

In third grade our teacher gave our suckers as rewards. Her stipulation was that we never walk with them in our mouths without holding onto the sticks. She painted the scenario of a kid tripping and having the sucker ram into their throat. I have been scared to walk and sip through a straw since.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

One Man's Trash

Re: newest Girls ep--I think we're all secretly so afraid we just want what we all want. Re: feeling everything--that is something I do not necessarily want.

Dunt n Dizz in da bathroom at Trelly's wedding. October 2012.

It's Valentine's Day.
Tell someone who deserves it you love him/her.
Tell someone else who doesn't deserve it.
He/she needs it.

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Birthday Play & Marrow

LIGHTS UP on early AM of May 19th. THE DAUGHTER rises and enters the HALL BATHROOM.

DAD (from the hall) : HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
THE DAUGHTER (sullen, annoyed): Dad. I'm in the bathroom.
DAD (beat): Even in the bathroom, it's your birthday.

CURTAIN.

Me and Pops in Germany. June 2011.

But first let's toast to the lists
that we hold in our fists
of the the things we promise to do differently next time.