something in italics...
ah, how to make the most out of this day. waking with a feeling of general ughiness and some more specific heartache, i tumbled out of bed and froze my way to the bus-stop. another day of pizzas and the dictator of pizzeria. another slow day of pizza patrons and an even slower day of tips. after much busy work and grinning and bearing it, i finally made my way out at 4 and headed for the bus home.
hurry up and wait. hurry up and wait.
the convenience of dan's liquor store being situated perfectly between where my bus lets off and where the building i live in is more than a beautiful coincidence.
i stopped by and was delighted to find a bottle of yellow tail shiraz was on sale for just $4.99. with shiraz in hand i thought how perfect it would be if i could pick up my laptop and mosey on in to arturos and sit and enjoy the free wi-fi with my yellowtail. arturo's was more than happy to oblige and so i sit trying to remember how i used to blog. my writing seems so awkward and stiff today.
i really really dig the ambiance here. they just put in works by a new artist, stanislav grezdo and they are quite amazing. very epic with some subtle and some pretty overt religious undertones. nice colors. they really fit well with the whole underground cafe vibe of arturos.
i put 5 dollars in the tip jar since i'm not eating and the lovely man behind the counter pretty much implied that wasn't even necessary and fished up a wine glass for me to drink from which i appreciate seeing as how they don't even sell beer or wine here. i wonder what the holdup is with their TABC application? its been on the window since i moved into my building in september.
se la vie. in this moment i am happy knowing i'm spending my night doing something i love (lord drinking and surfing the web), yet my heart is pressed by the words that were said last night.
she loves me she loves me not.
i love her.
i love her.
not to detract from my previous statement, but i completely love the guy that works here. he just came up to me and said "sorry to bother you, but i was wondering if you could tell me if asia is still considered a continent?" he is doing the statesman's crossword puzzle, and like myself, all in ink. he just wants to make sure. he's cute....hes explaining now to this guy that just walked in that hes new to crosswords and has heard that the more you do them the better you get. couldn't be a statement more true. i remember when i first started working the puzzles out of the dallas morning news 4 years ago...daily commuter and the new york times. the daily being the easier of the two obviously, but i would definitely suggest the statesman's puzzle for any beginner. its kinda crazy how good at them i've gotten, neither of the aforementioned tbree giving me any problems whatsoever on most days. saturday and sunday puzzles can still be pseudo-challenging, i think more-so because they are so much more massive in size.
quantity not quality?
love love love...he just asked what a tram was. i shall teach you the ways of the puzzle my young one.
maybe i should cork the wine.
its funny...people are coming in to check out the artwork. i feel like i'm trapped in a museum of sorts. ghost-town cafe on display.
but yeah...like i was saying...
i love her.
who would have ever guessed this transpiring of events when she and i first crossed paths in january of last year...
well besides corey and those others who witnessed the biting and such with perceptive and future-bound eyes...
god i'm an ass. i just went to the bathroom and ending up solving half of his goddamned puzzle.
this is about her.
her.
her.
if you had a choice of salvaging either a best friend or a girlfriend which would you choose? which heart weighs greater? which words would you miss more from which of the two sides of the girl?
"i love you" and "i love you" are always worth hearing, but are they always the same coming from the lips of a lover and the lips of a friend? does the sentiment remain intact?
its dark now and i can't believe that this time-change still kills me.
spring forward fall back.
fall back.
fall back.
fall back.
against her i am in control, with her so so vulnerable. standing next to her i feel taller than ever...laying beside her, more nervous than a spelling bee contestant in the sixth grade.
i don't know what else to say. i've allowed myself to grow distracted because i don't want to sit here and dwell on this.
she loves me she loves me not.
i love her.
i love her.
hurry up and wait. hurry up and wait.
the convenience of dan's liquor store being situated perfectly between where my bus lets off and where the building i live in is more than a beautiful coincidence.
i stopped by and was delighted to find a bottle of yellow tail shiraz was on sale for just $4.99. with shiraz in hand i thought how perfect it would be if i could pick up my laptop and mosey on in to arturos and sit and enjoy the free wi-fi with my yellowtail. arturo's was more than happy to oblige and so i sit trying to remember how i used to blog. my writing seems so awkward and stiff today.
i really really dig the ambiance here. they just put in works by a new artist, stanislav grezdo and they are quite amazing. very epic with some subtle and some pretty overt religious undertones. nice colors. they really fit well with the whole underground cafe vibe of arturos.
i put 5 dollars in the tip jar since i'm not eating and the lovely man behind the counter pretty much implied that wasn't even necessary and fished up a wine glass for me to drink from which i appreciate seeing as how they don't even sell beer or wine here. i wonder what the holdup is with their TABC application? its been on the window since i moved into my building in september.
se la vie. in this moment i am happy knowing i'm spending my night doing something i love (lord drinking and surfing the web), yet my heart is pressed by the words that were said last night.
she loves me she loves me not.
i love her.
i love her.
not to detract from my previous statement, but i completely love the guy that works here. he just came up to me and said "sorry to bother you, but i was wondering if you could tell me if asia is still considered a continent?" he is doing the statesman's crossword puzzle, and like myself, all in ink. he just wants to make sure. he's cute....hes explaining now to this guy that just walked in that hes new to crosswords and has heard that the more you do them the better you get. couldn't be a statement more true. i remember when i first started working the puzzles out of the dallas morning news 4 years ago...daily commuter and the new york times. the daily being the easier of the two obviously, but i would definitely suggest the statesman's puzzle for any beginner. its kinda crazy how good at them i've gotten, neither of the aforementioned tbree giving me any problems whatsoever on most days. saturday and sunday puzzles can still be pseudo-challenging, i think more-so because they are so much more massive in size.
quantity not quality?
love love love...he just asked what a tram was. i shall teach you the ways of the puzzle my young one.
maybe i should cork the wine.
its funny...people are coming in to check out the artwork. i feel like i'm trapped in a museum of sorts. ghost-town cafe on display.
but yeah...like i was saying...
i love her.
who would have ever guessed this transpiring of events when she and i first crossed paths in january of last year...
well besides corey and those others who witnessed the biting and such with perceptive and future-bound eyes...
god i'm an ass. i just went to the bathroom and ending up solving half of his goddamned puzzle.
this is about her.
her.
her.
if you had a choice of salvaging either a best friend or a girlfriend which would you choose? which heart weighs greater? which words would you miss more from which of the two sides of the girl?
"i love you" and "i love you" are always worth hearing, but are they always the same coming from the lips of a lover and the lips of a friend? does the sentiment remain intact?
its dark now and i can't believe that this time-change still kills me.
spring forward fall back.
fall back.
fall back.
fall back.
against her i am in control, with her so so vulnerable. standing next to her i feel taller than ever...laying beside her, more nervous than a spelling bee contestant in the sixth grade.
i don't know what else to say. i've allowed myself to grow distracted because i don't want to sit here and dwell on this.
she loves me she loves me not.
i love her.
i love her.
posted by a. anderson at 3:22 PM
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