direct experience is planetary in my personal universe. i doubt the existence of new jersey, for instance, because i've never been there; sure, george and bruce springsteen and the big-haired chicks who took over eighth avenue suggest its presence, but where's the proof? bruce has been known to lie. that stuff across the river could be more new york for all i know; i can't make out details from here. i also doubt, or doubted, that moths really eat sweaters. it sounds too silly, and i've never seen one do anything other than pose on a screen door and/or get chomped by my cats. when i cracked open our wardrobe to begin the annual summer/winter switcheroo the other day, i actually felt sorry for the moth who fluttered out - poor guy was trapped, maybe lonely. then i pulled on my beloved merino v-neck and realized the little son of a bitch had gone mr. creosote on my closet; there were dime-sized holes all over that sweater, and others were equally fleh. forget my catch-and-release policy; mothwar is fucking on.
3 comments:
sounds like it's time to hit up some sample sales.
finances being what they are, it'll be a long time before i hit anything other than moths. post script: i told my sister about the sweater massacre on the phone last night. "wait, they really do that?"
tell me about finances: "kids" are expensive! moxie's losing his stones today (as josh put it) and the bill was WAY more than expected (i'm getting him microchipped & doing vacines, too). last time i went through this, it was free (w/ monty's adoption), but THAT vet was creepy!
Post a Comment