Atlanta. Band of Horses. Book proposals. Blue cheese. Cheap Girls (see also: Cold bottles; see also: Loud music). Cold bottles (see also: Cheap Girls; see also: Loud music). Earthworms. Fresh laundry. Loud music (see also: Cheap Girls; see also: Cold bottles). Rhetorical analyses. Red pens. Manila folders. Montreal. Packing it up. Packing it in (see also: Let me begin). Radishes. Snowdrops. Tension headaches. That dream I had two nights ago*. That other dream**. This song. Vermont. White chocolate chips.
*In which I was teaching class and found my best student coloring a map of The Nutmeg State instead of reading microfiction, and when I asked him what that was all about, he said, Bitch, I'm the governor of Connecticut.
**In which I hit a deer with my car and discovered that I had sheared off one of its front legs, and one of its back legs, and it had two bony and bloody spears instead, but it kept trying to get up and run away, but it couldn't. When I told Jean about this, she said, Right, because that's not a metaphor.
Move to Atlanta. I am. Seriously.
ReplyDeleteIf you're serious about it, I've got some neighborhoods you should check out!
e. kofoed
heck to the yes we should talk, since ATL is a 99% certainty. I have so many questions for you! When are you there? And where-ish will you be? And does this mean you have changed schools? And are you ready to GET TOGETHER AND EAT BARBEQUE AT THIS PLACE OR MAYBE THIS ONE.
ReplyDeleteOR BOTH. WE COULD DO BOTH.
YESS! 99% is a good %
ReplyDeleteI'm going to PhD school at GSU...actually just accepted my offer this morning. My boyfriend lives there right now (in the Candler Park neighborhood...which you would love). So, I'm there every few weekends right now, and as of August I'll be there for (at least) four years.
I think that after we take on the barbeque we should probably take on this
call me. any time.
e.kofoed