This Fish Needs A Bicycle

incidentally

Detour this morning: The nicest pair of shoulders, appropriately covered with a very dark suit just ahead of me in Grand Central station, took a right where I usually go straight. Without half a thought in my silly little head, I steered right and followed the very nice shoulders through the lobby of a certain financial institution. The shoulders were attached to a nice face, which in turn produced an equally nice voice that “after you”ed me through a set of glass doors. I thanked the nice shoulders and wondered how my hair was holding up in this humidity.

Be stalking you soon.

I had another ‘emergency’ yesterday involving pale pink shoes and matching wallet. In my defense, the wallet was on sale, which totally justifies its purchase, even had it not been the same beautiful shade of pink as the emergency shoes.

My commute each morning involves three blocks pre-train walking, and two blocks post-train walking. In those five blocks, I pass two (2) Nine West stores. It’s a mighty miracle in and of itself that my PMS (Post Move Shopping) hasn’t produced more random clothing/accessory purchases. Incidentally, that white suit in Banana Republic? Next week it will be mine. Yes, my precioussss. It will.

Incidentally. Incidentally. Incidentally. Without question, it’s my favorite word at the moment. I had to restrain myself to use it only once in the above paragraphs. I don’t even look for excuses to say it. It just pops right out… incidentally!

Try using it in a sentence today. You’ll be so glad you did.

I spent last night fully embracing my aloneness. Leftover Chinese take-out, my new favorite sex-omedy, BBC’s Coupling (on loan from the v. generous Ari), half a pint of Ben and Jerry’s (returning a container of ice cream to the freezer unfinished used to provoke “Lightweight!” from Roommate) and in bed with a good book by 11.

And this morning, still foggy from more wacky dreams (thankfully, Richard Dreyfuss has stopped appearing trying to give me some silly jade ring), I nearly confused a bottle of generic Aleve for a bottle of generic Tylenol PM.

Let’s hope that fog lifts, hmmm?

PS. The Cable Gods are coming tonight. Yay Internet!

PPS. If you are at least six feet tall and can hold a paint brush, I need you. NEED. Am willing to bribe. I bake well. And I kiss at least as well as I bake. Just so you know.

Posted by This Fish at April 14, 2004 09:07 AM