Right now I am listening to the wonderful Muzak provided by Comcast while I am waiting to discuss a billing statement. This is the first billing statement I have ever had to deal with believe it or not.
There was a man in the park today who is probably still there listening to his walkman with one leg up on a bench. He might not move all day. That is commitment.
I have been in my apartment too much. Or at my roommate's girlfriend's apartment too much. I feel like I don't know anyone but them anymore.
The muzak is killing me.
I am back in responsibility mode.
Just finished "No One Belongs Here More Than You" by Miranda July. I could read her and Dave Eggers for the rest of my life until they die or I die, whichever comes first. This book was moving in strangest of ways because Miranda July knows how complex it is to be simple. I find her really sexy because she writes like she knows she is really sexy and she is, even though her characters are not necessarily her.
I'm on the phone with customer service. I want to make this fun. Now I am off the phone. It was that quick. I paid a bill, successfully, I paid rent today successfully and while you may be laughing at how naive or immature or how unbold this is, think of how bold it is to do what we do every day; to remember our responsibilities; to eat fruits and vegetables, and to ask questions.
College ends next week as it begins.
Miranda July, so sexy.
