actually, while crossing the street. ..so, in the middle of an intersection. and then you stand on the median with fast moving traffic on either side, talking about amusement parks for ten minutes.
and the sun is shining. and its a hot summer day. and you probably badly needed that lovely run-in today.
It's even better if you were coincidentally thinking of them, in a rather out-of-nowhere-fashion, earlier that day.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Making Jam
Friday, July 24, 2009
friends being good friends
Monday, July 20, 2009
Cannoli
Saturday, July 18, 2009
being awake at 5am
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
jokes that make me laugh outloud.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Getting long distance phone calls
Sunday, July 5, 2009
No one nose but you and me.. shh..
It is SOOoooo much fun to catch people picking their noses when they think no one is watching. But you are. but they don't know. and they keep doing it.
My favorite place to spy on others for this kind of embarrassing activity is in a car on the highway. People do all KINDS of things in their cars cause they think no one's watching. (yunn hunn Mr., I can actually see you quite clearly in my rearview mirror....) They pick their teeth. they pick their nose and then their teeth. They animatedly sing along to whatever bit of music they've chosen for that moment, normally some musical guilty pleasure, since this is the only moment they can really indulge in it alone.
so they think...
My favorite place to spy on others for this kind of embarrassing activity is in a car on the highway. People do all KINDS of things in their cars cause they think no one's watching. (yunn hunn Mr., I can actually see you quite clearly in my rearview mirror....) They pick their teeth. they pick their nose and then their teeth. They animatedly sing along to whatever bit of music they've chosen for that moment, normally some musical guilty pleasure, since this is the only moment they can really indulge in it alone.
so they think...
Friday, July 3, 2009
puffy fluffy goodness
Clouds. Sometimes, when you live in the city, they just come OUT OF NOWHERE. And you are shocked at the awesome sight of them, feeling like you haven't seen them in aaaages, and maybe even forgot that they were still out there, behind the concrete buildings and telephone poles and planes and billboards and maybe even trees.
And then suddenly there they are; thin waify noncoherent clouds, shockingly white fluffy clouds, clouds that ball up into big lumpy masses that are ominously dark underneath, with gold glowing sunlit edges. And you're spellbound.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
ka-poooow!
basking in busking
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