today, my bostie turned into a deflated pool toy when I allowed her to sit next to me. I was pretty convinced I was going to pry her off of the couch, the thing didn't move for probably 20 minutes in the most contorted position. sometimes I yearn to relax like that -_-
This is the proof that I needed to know that the very first time I ever visited Portland, on my very first day exploring, outside of Barista on NW 23rd Ave, I did see my most favorite author standing outside, talking on his cellphone with one hand and walking his dog with the other.
And, yes, I was staring, and, yes, I did try to act nonchalant as I stepped nearer and nearer (though my nonchalant-ness must have been very unconvincing, because every time I took one step closer, you took two steps further away, until you were actually on the other side of the street), not because I was trying to eavesdrop on your call or creepily stalk you, but because I was trying to see your face better to confirm it was actually you.
And, yes, I did try to take a picture, so that I would proof for all my friends and family that I saw freakin' Chuck Palahniuk while I was visiting Portland. Even though 90% would ask "Who?" and I would say "He wrote Fight Club" and they'd ask "the movie?" and I've have to explain that it was a book.
I did get a good look at the dog, though, and this was definitely him. This is a good dog.
So cute yet I can also see the dissolved bones theory. Actually reminds me of what my son looked like during birth, I had previously described him as looking like a snake upon exit but now that I read this it is the perfect description, he flopped out in a motion of having dissolved bones.
Reminds me of a Pre-Raphaelite painting... can't think which. Maybe because poochy looks like draped fabric?
Do you like dogs or cats better? And why!
Speaking of animal liberation, have you read Barn 8 by Deb Olin Unferth?
I've been moving to a new apartment all day and feel much like your pooch here.
this substack is already exceeding my already high expectations. (note: not sarcasm.)
today, my bostie turned into a deflated pool toy when I allowed her to sit next to me. I was pretty convinced I was going to pry her off of the couch, the thing didn't move for probably 20 minutes in the most contorted position. sometimes I yearn to relax like that -_-
My Boston, Sassy says, “Hi!” 🥰👋🏼
My boxers definitely hate being disturb when sleeping! Tongue out and drooling!
Cute dog. Looks like a profoundly uncomfortable chair, though. Perhaps dissolved bones help? I'll have to try that.
Classic Boston. Lying around like they're posing for a renaissance painting.
This is the proof that I needed to know that the very first time I ever visited Portland, on my very first day exploring, outside of Barista on NW 23rd Ave, I did see my most favorite author standing outside, talking on his cellphone with one hand and walking his dog with the other.
And, yes, I was staring, and, yes, I did try to act nonchalant as I stepped nearer and nearer (though my nonchalant-ness must have been very unconvincing, because every time I took one step closer, you took two steps further away, until you were actually on the other side of the street), not because I was trying to eavesdrop on your call or creepily stalk you, but because I was trying to see your face better to confirm it was actually you.
And, yes, I did try to take a picture, so that I would proof for all my friends and family that I saw freakin' Chuck Palahniuk while I was visiting Portland. Even though 90% would ask "Who?" and I would say "He wrote Fight Club" and they'd ask "the movie?" and I've have to explain that it was a book.
I did get a good look at the dog, though, and this was definitely him. This is a good dog.
So cute yet I can also see the dissolved bones theory. Actually reminds me of what my son looked like during birth, I had previously described him as looking like a snake upon exit but now that I read this it is the perfect description, he flopped out in a motion of having dissolved bones.