I mean, all you have to do is google my name and up pops this site, with 1. the name, and 2. the header illustration of the woman smoking beside a confused-looking baby. Or maybe that baby is judgmental. Babies can be like that.
No posts in a month because I have been in Italy, or, as my mom calls it, “France.” In Italy, I ate an octopus tentacle (which I sure did call a “testicle” to my boyfriend’s mom), threw a nickel into the Trevi fountain (which is supposed to mean I will return someday), and viewed Michelangelo’s David in all his naked glory. Among other things.
Now, back at the office, I face a grown-up October. It goes something like this: training, big work projects, reports! Whereas in Cleveland, TN, my October went something like this: go to K-Mart with Dylan and Darla to choose most realistic-looking severed hand, visit Nina Craigmiles’s tomb to discern whether the bloodstains on the marble have darkened, drive slowly around Fort Hill Cemetery while playing Stevie Wonder’s “Very Superstitious.” Maybe a bonfire. A dozen or so jack-o-lanterns. A scary movie I will immediately regret watching.
For you who are wondering why I haven’t put photos of my trip on Facebook yet, well, hold your horses. I will– I am taking my time because I currently have no internet provider at my apartment, and choosing one is not the most fun thing I’ve ever done.
That was eating the octopus testicle.
2 responses so far ↓
Meghan // October 8, 2009 at 5:09 pm |
Faaaabulous. Halloween DOES happen in Seattle, you know. We have lots of dead celebrities. Hendrix. Cobain. Bruce Lee.
Mark Petersen // October 9, 2009 at 2:09 pm |
I’m proud to say I was sitting beside you as you devoured that appendage. Lovely moment.