I was on my way to CompUSA to pick up some computer supplies for work, and on the radio came Lou Reed's "Take a Walk on the Wild Side". Upon the first "hey babe," my brain said to itself, "Self, there is some memory that is very distinctly related to this song." And then my brain said to itself, "But self, what is that memory?" And then my brain said to itself, "Oh yeah, like I'm going to tell you that." Ugh.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
