fish.

i think i've begun to think in posts. this does not speak well of my brain.
today on the squished squished squished train, the colors outside the window were these: green, different green, pretty green, lovely green, gre/ay, brown, blue, soft blue, white, and lovely hue #3. the colors inside the train were these: brown and brown tinged by what appeared to be the after effect of inserting a florescent light bulb into a bulbous salmon. my eyes hurt.

also, i had a sad sad sad anti-marilyn monroe moment at the station today. lots of people waiting for the various Rs (including this really unfortunate guy in awful swishy khakis with a tucked in golf-shirt, sports sunglasses, and a very stressed belt forming a clear line of demarcation between his top gut and his bottom gut) witnessed my dress awkwardly fly up. but instead of batting my eyelashes and putting my hands daintily in front of me to feign modesty, i sort of yelped and swatted at myself. smooth me, real smooth.