how was your day?
I saw a show.
what show?
the vagina monologues.
...what?
vagina monologues.
oh. cool.


absolutely fantastic. we paid a dollar to vinnin square, ran into rod kessler and priscilla #1 at panera, shared soup, almost littered, found hubcaps, and wished we had a camera so often I lost count. (there was the broken shoe, the wagon on the front lawn, the greenhouse preschool. batman chucks. a dozen others.) we walked all the way back singing.

at the show we sat behind emily's parents, emily was a dominatrix in my black fishnets with the seam down the back. priscilla #2 was amazing, deep-voiced and angry, funny as possible saying words like that. roses, rainshowers. I hadn't laughed that hard in a very, very long time.

it was snowing when it got out, it caught at our eyelashes and blinded us. laura and I laid in the half inch on the plaza, wrote our names above our angels.

I'm writing my paper about this, matt told us. feeling sick, then the show. the snowangels were a nice touch. thanks for the vitamins, ashley.


now I'm packing for middleboro, yarn and the professor and the madman for the train. I'm meeting caity in south station, she's heading north where chivalry isn't dead yet and tunnels flood when it snows.


I couldn't stop smiling tonight, thinking about all the times he'd called me a flower.

ash @ 10:55 PM