Monday, June 16, 2003 ::: I Will Set Trap for Moose and Squirrel
Last night I visited Romanian Neighbor Lady. We sat outside and smoked and talked for a couple hours. She drank about half a bottle of some Sutter Home wine and I drank seltzer water I could get addicted to that shit.
I wish I could convey the way she talks. You must remember she talks in a Natahsa-like voice. She basically likes it here and appreciates the United States, but sometimes she starts bitching and it sounds great with her accent. She starts dropping her articles and putting these weird coughs behind some vowels. A sample:
"These people at work. Everything 'Praise Jesus,' only talk about food and Jesus. No wonder you six hundred pounds. I hate the south. Sweet potatoes, paaah!"
Every bone in my body aches from schlepping boxes of books over to my new place today. I love my new place.
