You are my sunny day
May 6th, 2004
I just ventured to the roof deck for the first time unescorted. When I say “escort,” I don’t mean some dashing young man who brought me on his arm up to the roof. I mean like, the super. Or my sister, or Rebecca or something. In other words, nobody important.
But now that I was by myself I was in VERY important company. I set up shop on a nice rusty plank and did the unattractive pose where I expose all of my limbs (but not the nasty middle part) at once. “This is great,” I thought - or something much more creative.
But suddenly, some bitch from the building trounces upstairs and stands IN my SUN while she unfolds her totally amazing fold-out lawn chair that she got on sale at CVS. I was so jealous. “Wow, I’m so jealous,” I said. ” “Yeah, thanks - ten dollars at CVS!” Okay. That was basically the extent of our conversation. She was kind of boring.
However, I did manage to snap her photo. Here it is:
Isn’t she pretty? She was getting maximum sun by having her toe pointed like that.
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