Ry on the T

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The kid & I rode the subway on sat, we had fun, he loves the train. We went to a toy/book store in harvard square, he got a curious george book & a harmonica, I got a book for a friend. Fascinating stories here at loafe today, kids. Hold onto your socks!


my uncle tony can spit real far

fact: strange currencies by rem is one of the greatest love songs of all time.

fact: today’s song of the day is awesome. inn town, by whiskeytown. you won’t like it. whatev.

fact: I want a chocolate egg.

fact: ry is spending the night on sat at his aunt’s house.

fact: I’ll be enjoying easter sunday alone. I think. unless g decides to stay home, but I’m convincing him he needs to go. I don’t need to go because a) easter is dumb, b) it’s not my family and c) I am an adult and I can choose not to participate in dumb holidays with rude, disrespectful people who don’t mind their own business.

fact: I do not “do” easter bunny (or santa or tooth fairy or any other silliness). Yes yes, I am a horrible mother and my son will suffer the worst childhood known to man. again I say: People need to mind their business.

hey do you remember the kids in the hall “it’s a fact” bit? I loved those. I loved that show. canadians are funny. they all seem very gay though. ever notice that? I used to say about goofy people, “he’s either gay or canadian.” it’s funny cause it’s true.

fact: I hate the montreal canadiens. really and truly.


Move the fuck over lady, for reals.

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I don’t know why everyone has to sit next to me on the train. A million fucking open seats from here to the moon & they always gotta sit rightfuckingnext to me. I know I’m cool but please. I just want space. Even if it’s only on the train. Sit somewhere else, I plead with my dark sad bleeding eyes, but they squeeze their soft squishy ass next to mine anyway, and then i say fuck you motherscratchers and gouge their eyes with my pencil.

Seriously look at the open seats & this woman (next to me) is practically in my lap. And not a woman I’d ever want in my lap.