Random Things # 086

1. G.L. swept past me today, when we bumped into each other in the office. He didn't look up, he didn't say hello. I wanted to ask him, please, what you want isn't possible, but can't we try to be friends? But he'd already stepped into the elevator before I could call to him, or say his name. Perhaps, in a few months, after the sting of that word, no, the finality of such rejection, has healed, he might be able to talk to me again.

2. I want to eat cheese. Brie. With olives, peaches, walnuts, and crusty bread. Taken from a carefully-packed wicker basket, while I'm basking under the sun, in a field full of sunflowers and daisies and frogs with smooth, dart blue skin.

3. Try not to think. Do not think. My mind is a blank slate. I empty it of all that has come before, except the lyrics of "In My Life" and "Hit Me Baby One More Time", and Toca Rivera's phone number.

4. Things that make me happy - a new book (Garcia-Marquez's Memories of My Melancholy Whores), new music (Jamiroquia's "Dynamite", Madonna's "Confessions on a Dance Floor"), hot, steaming pumpkin soup, a phone call, five text messages, kropek, Neruda's Memoirs and strawberry soda.

5. Always be thankful. We are all blessed.