Today it rained sour patch kids, jelly bellies and milky ways. We all danced in the candy downpour and twirled our brightly colored umbrellas. Then the sun came out and a skittles rainbow appeared over the sky.
35 degrees and raining. Gross. Eating candy to make up for the gloom.
Spotted an act of civil disobedience occurring on 55th street early this morning. The subject valiantly and peacefully took a stand (or rather a sit) against the degradation of his people.
Saw a bulldog wearing a hot pink raincoat lie down on the sidewalk and refuse to budge an inch, despite the pleas of his owner. You know he was thinking “You embarrassed me, now I’m going to embarrass you.”
Riding the subway home at 11:30. Would love to imagine that: A) large gentleman next to me did not sit down and make this 3 seater a very very tight 4 seater B) the drunk girl across from me had her legs closed C) that man was not eating taco bell in an enclosed space D) there was no ambiguous liquid on the floor E) the tranny on my right didn’t keep holding the doors open for her amigas
Can you come visit Red Hook someday? It will be fun because it will be like you’re traveling to another country (aka the eastern bloc.) You can even do a Marni’s World post where you pretend that the F train is a Ryan Air flight…and the homeless people are really just flight attendents harassing you to buy alcohol and neck pillows….
Fun fact: I did all the whistling in this song. I can also be heard whistling in Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zero’s “Home” and humming in “Little Bitty Pretty One.” The music industry refers to me as The Whistling Babe.
I cannot whistle. But I can go outside and enjoy the sunshine.