a baseball team?
12.07.04 (1:42 pm) [edit]
dad: No did not know someone could chew off someone's thumb.
m: No. not chewed off, just chewed on. it was disgusting.
dad: did she get a rabies shot?
m: no I dont think she did. i dont know. (is that a legitimate question, i wonder?)
(before work this morning i ran into my roommate in the doorstep, obviously obliterated and mindlessly asleep. she was bloody. she said she had lost her keys. someone had bitten her thumb.
at this point, to save myself from sounding hopelessly cruel and wicked, i have to say that all of this took place at 3:15 am.
the thumb looked nasty. her boyfriend had chewed it up apparently. i woke up our landlady, and she and the rommmate ran off to to the hospital. now i am home again, and the roommate has 28 stitches, or so she says---i didnt count--and pain killers.
and her creepy boyfriend, who is the most revolting hannibal lector creature that i know he did this, had promised her a fur coat.
she is extremely happy about the fur coat and painkillers. in one day. she does not mention or comment on her thumb when i tell her goodnight. she motions for me to come closer to her, and puts a (nonbandaged) pointer finger on her lips, to tell me to be quiet. on the rug in front of her, she has built a 4 tiered high house of cards.
i am wondering about the fur coat and fur coat etiquette when i realize i will get no where doing this. so i called my dad.
he's in his office, apparently not paying attention to work, since he will speak to me.
hence the rabies question.)
dad: well nana, sounds insane.
m: it was.
dad: (mindless financial talk)
m: dad, did you ever want to be famous?
dad: no.
m: hmm.
dad: well, this call is costly. need anything from home?
m: no.
dad: mariana, you know you are the girl everyone always cheers for.
m: hmm?
dad: so um, i better go now- sorry, but call me anytime. (obviously uncomfortable that he has vocalized any concern, affection, human emotion)
m: oh. okay. well, tell everyone i said hi.
dad: watch your thumbs.
m: ha. I will.byebye.
dad: ciao
(I hang up and look at the clock. 12:44. have to be at work in 3 hours. I am the girl everyone cheers for? thats kind of cool. i feel rooted on, like someone has done a bad cheer and spelled my name, hand motions, jumps, cartwheels.
You owe it to yourself to be the best you can possibly be - in baseball and in life.
--Pete Rose)
m: No. not chewed off, just chewed on. it was disgusting.
dad: did she get a rabies shot?
m: no I dont think she did. i dont know. (is that a legitimate question, i wonder?)
(before work this morning i ran into my roommate in the doorstep, obviously obliterated and mindlessly asleep. she was bloody. she said she had lost her keys. someone had bitten her thumb.
at this point, to save myself from sounding hopelessly cruel and wicked, i have to say that all of this took place at 3:15 am.
the thumb looked nasty. her boyfriend had chewed it up apparently. i woke up our landlady, and she and the rommmate ran off to to the hospital. now i am home again, and the roommate has 28 stitches, or so she says---i didnt count--and pain killers.
and her creepy boyfriend, who is the most revolting hannibal lector creature that i know he did this, had promised her a fur coat.
she is extremely happy about the fur coat and painkillers. in one day. she does not mention or comment on her thumb when i tell her goodnight. she motions for me to come closer to her, and puts a (nonbandaged) pointer finger on her lips, to tell me to be quiet. on the rug in front of her, she has built a 4 tiered high house of cards.
i am wondering about the fur coat and fur coat etiquette when i realize i will get no where doing this. so i called my dad.
he's in his office, apparently not paying attention to work, since he will speak to me.
hence the rabies question.)
dad: well nana, sounds insane.
m: it was.
dad: (mindless financial talk)
m: dad, did you ever want to be famous?
dad: no.
m: hmm.
dad: well, this call is costly. need anything from home?
m: no.
dad: mariana, you know you are the girl everyone always cheers for.
m: hmm?
dad: so um, i better go now- sorry, but call me anytime. (obviously uncomfortable that he has vocalized any concern, affection, human emotion)
m: oh. okay. well, tell everyone i said hi.
dad: watch your thumbs.
m: ha. I will.byebye.
dad: ciao
(I hang up and look at the clock. 12:44. have to be at work in 3 hours. I am the girl everyone cheers for? thats kind of cool. i feel rooted on, like someone has done a bad cheer and spelled my name, hand motions, jumps, cartwheels.
You owe it to yourself to be the best you can possibly be - in baseball and in life.
--Pete Rose)