thought clouds

I don’t stream a lot of TV but once I’m in that mode, I’m down and I can’t get up. Best pickup line I heard this week: “You could be my emergency contact.” A girl recently called me “weird people.” She was effusive and I was put in my place. Apparently, good grammar isn’t legally enforceable. Her friend apologized, saying—and wrote it down. “She lives on her phone; it’s a claustrophobic place.” “Ooo!” I’d said, "Can I use that?” She gave me a blank look. Leong, lisa and I were walking to class when a lone goose flew over, honking incessantly, like a New York taxi in heavy traffic. “That must be a Canadian goose,” I said, because my uninformed comments seem forever welcome—and we are pretty far north. “I know what it was saying,” Leong offered, in her most inscrutable Asian way. Lisa and I waited to hear some Chinese wisdom, but what she finally said was, “Where IS everyone? I knew I shouldn’t have stopped to pee.” There’s a song that goes, “We got married in a fever.” That line seems so point-on to me. That’s how it happens. Not, “We got married with a prenup, hotter than a brussel sprout.” My Grandmère told me Peter and I will need a prenup, if we ever… . . Songs for this: Feather by Sabrina Carpenter [E] Head In The Clouds by BabyJake Jackson (feat. Josh Homme) by Florence + the Machine