The cold is bitter and so is my glass of Emergen-C. Last night I drank a grand total of 4000 beers in brown bottles and fell asleep at 6:15 am on a yellow leather couch at Kristyn's. That was after a cab to the east village to an apartment of a stranger who was passionate about collecting opinions on which size flat screen tv he should buy for his wall. He taped two different size representations on his wall, and we were asked to speculate on which one would not "dominate the room."
New York City is a place where a small tv can be a sort of status symbol.
I like it both ways. Wisconsin and New York City.
My parents have a very large television. It suits them, and I like the way they watch tv. We talk about American Idol and Dancing With the Stars. It's like how Fievel's sister knows she and Fievel are wishing on the same big star even though she knows how very far apart they are.
Even if i am watching on a tiny tv in new york, paula abdul is saying the same things to me as she is to my parents.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
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