I’m at that awkward age where half my friends are engaged or having babies, and the other half are too drunk to find their phones.
"I will love you with no regard to the actions of our enemies or the jealousies of actors. I will love you with no regard to the outrage of certain parents or the boredom of certain friends. I will love you no matter what is served in the world’s cafeterias or what game is played at each & every recess. I will love you no matter how many fire drills we are all forced to endure, & no matter what is drawn upon the blackboard in blurry, boring chalk. I will love you no matter how many mistakes I make when trying to reduce fractions, & no matter how difficult it is to memorize the periodic table.
I will love you no matter what your locker combination was, or how you decided to spend your time during study hall. I will love you no matter how your soccer team performed in the tournament or how many stains I received on my cheerleading uniform. I will love you if I never see you again, & I will love you if I see you every Tuesday. I will love you if you cut your hair & I will love you if you cut the hair of others. I will love you if you abandon your baticeering, & I will love you if you if you retire from the theater to take up some other, less dangerous occupation. I will love you if you drop your raincoat on the floor instead of hanging it up & I will love you if you betray your father. I will love you even if you announce that the poetry of Edgar Guest is the best in the world & even if you announce that the work of Zilpha Keatley Snyder is unbearably tedious. I will love you if you abandon the theremin & take up the harmonica & I will love you if you donate your marmosets to the zoo & your tree frogs to M. I will love you as a starfish loves a coral reef & as a kudzu loves trees, even if the oceans turn to sawdust & the trees fall in the forest without anyone around to hear them. I will love you as the pesto loves the fettuccini & as the horseradish loves the miyagi, as the tempura loves the ikura & the pepperoni loves the pizza.
I will love you as the manatee loves the head of lettuce & as the dark spot loves the leopard, as the leech loves the ankle of a wader & as a corpse loves the beak of the vulture. I will love you as the doctor loves his sickest patient & a lake loves its thirstiest swimmer. I will love you as the beard loves the chin, & the crumbs love the beard, & the damp napkin loves the crumbs, & the precious document loves the dampness in the napkin, & the squinting eye of the reader loves the smudged print of the document, & the tears of sadness love the squinting eye as it misreads what is written. I will love you as the iceberg loves the ship, & the passengers love the lifeboat, & the lifeboat loves the teeth of the sperm whale, & the sperm whale loves the flavor of naval uniforms. I will love you as a child loves to overhear the conversations of its parents, & the parents love the sound of their own arguing voices, & as the pen loves to write down the words these voices utter in a notebook for safekeeping. I will love you as a shingle loves falling off a house on a windy day & striking a grumpy person across the chin, & as an oven loves malfunctioning in the middle of roasting a turkey.
I will love you as an airplane loves to fall from a clear blue sky & as an escalator loves to entangle expensive scarves in its mechanisms. I will love you as a wet paper towel loves to be crumpled into a ball & thrown at a bathroom ceiling & as an eraser loves to leave dust in the hairdos of people who talk too much. I will love you as a cufflink loves to drop from its shirt & explore the party for itself & as a pair of white gloves loves to slip delicately into the punchbowl. I will love you as the taxi loves the muddy splash of a puddle & as a library loves the patient tick of a clock."
(Posted in the not-so-general-but-rather-specific direction of @killmyblues with all of my heart.)
I was going to go for a walk, but then a Manhattan lunch seemed like a better idea. (at Bar Louie Clinton)
Spinach & feta egg white scramble with Roma slices on the side. Holy crap, Rog cooked at home & did something nice all in one go! ♥
I clearly need to own these.
Top one pls!
Making myself a St. Patrick’s Day tutu to wear to work because #glitter & #tulle make the world turn.