Wednesday, April 18, 2012

the golden city of knowledge

    Dear Harriet Walter,

    So my friend one of the Danielles found out today that she's been accepted by some academic study-abroad program and will be spending a semester studying in Oxford in the fall.

     "I'm so jealous I could vomit," I said to her as we sat at dinner. "I could barf my chicken salad up all over your orange slices." I gestured at the fruit in her styrofoam to-go box.

    She giggled even as her eyes flicked down to my mostly empty salad plate, estimating how much food I had consumed. "That'd be pretty gross," she said.

    "It would be an illustration of the chaos and acid and anguish within my soul."

    "'How poetic."

    I don't even like barfing.

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