Halimah, like me, has an impulse to name animals after carbohydrates. Halimah-- one day, our cats Bread, Bran, and Pasta will have to get together to play. Till then!
i call her ham-i-lam, and sometimes
hammy, but that doesn't mean that
she's not a very serious woman. no, that
does not mean that she takes things
like deep frying, swimming, dancing to
new order, and careening through winter
nights lightly. AND she's got quite a
head on her shoulders when it comes to
damage control, as in her parents' lovely
living room flooding with thick chimney
smoke.
in conclusion- i need a hammy sammich!
my oven doesn't bake correctly, but i've found
that if you lower the dial by 25 degrees and
add a little extra applesauce, you can make
up for the tendancy to burn. it makes for some
killer carrot cake, weirdo!
i can't tell if halimah was drunk or stoned
or something when she wrote me a
testimonial about pandas, but i can't
make head or tale of it. maybe she
bought me a new pet.
these past few weeks have been hell
(yes, absolute hell). dinner just isn't
the same when i'm not 15 minutes late
for meeting you, nor are wednesday
nights enjoyable when we aren't
drinking alcohol with some sort of
manic desperation, fully aware of the
impending exhaustion. I've thought long
and hard about this, my dear, and I've
come up with a perfect solution. you
will move out of your lovely huge
apartment, and live in a nice
refrigerator box on my bedroom floor.
obviously, this is the best idea i've
ever had. ge back to me on this, and
you can move in on the 1st of the
month. see you soon,
the gentle one quivers my soul. sit down have
a drink and tell me everything you have ever
thought of ever said ever done ever been, and
i'll listen with a voracious appetite.
except for halimah herself belongs to me.
hammy, but that doesn't mean that
she's not a very serious woman. no, that
does not mean that she takes things
like deep frying, swimming, dancing to
new order, and careening through winter
nights lightly. AND she's got quite a
head on her shoulders when it comes to
damage control, as in her parents' lovely
living room flooding with thick chimney
smoke.
in conclusion- i need a hammy sammich!
that if you lower the dial by 25 degrees and
add a little extra applesauce, you can make
up for the tendancy to burn. it makes for some
killer carrot cake, weirdo!
or something when she wrote me a
testimonial about pandas, but i can't
make head or tale of it. maybe she
bought me a new pet.
these past few weeks have been hell
(yes, absolute hell). dinner just isn't
the same when i'm not 15 minutes late
for meeting you, nor are wednesday
nights enjoyable when we aren't
drinking alcohol with some sort of
manic desperation, fully aware of the
impending exhaustion. I've thought long
and hard about this, my dear, and I've
come up with a perfect solution. you
will move out of your lovely huge
apartment, and live in a nice
refrigerator box on my bedroom floor.
obviously, this is the best idea i've
ever had. ge back to me on this, and
you can move in on the 1st of the
month. see you soon,
hannah
a drink and tell me everything you have ever
thought of ever said ever done ever been, and
i'll listen with a voracious appetite.