Melinda, Interrupted by a Phone Call

As I sit here, cradled by the ease of modern technology, I find myself longing for an older approach to expression.  Watching a newer Woody Allen on my 2012 MacBook doesn’t quite have the same mechanical qualities had I been watching in the early 2000’s, when the film was released. Microsoft Word is begging me to make a software update, but I won’t let it interrupt the clicking of the keys that make my fleeting thoughts permanent, legible, documented, recorded.

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Suburban Taco Bell Peek

It is 12:40 pm and I’m sitting in the Taco Bell on Lee Highway in Arlington.

I paid for a drink I didn’t even want. And drinking water out of a plastic cup, through a plastic straw, is gross. It’s interesting how a place like Taco Bell can bring so many different kinds of people together.

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Feelings are not Parsley

My open Mac windows quickly swipe to the left and a quick sense of comfort awakens me. I’ve been sparked by the writing energy, and I know my blank document is coming to provide my active mind relief. The cheesy Jazz refrains scoring a sweetening and budding relationship between two is on my television screen. The Fabulous Baker Boys, a movie I’ve never seen and have only been slightly intrigued by is an unexpected muse. Jeff Bridges is classic cool and Michelle Pfeiffer, a train wreck with potential.  I learn that a hysterical, profanity-laced leading lady can be a character of affability, while a man with little-to-no spoken moments can be equally likable. She’s a gum-smacking crude bitch.  But he sees something in her to come out of his flattering shell.

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A Satisfying Meal

If a meal could instantly materialize, that would be great. I’m hungry, but I expect that anything capable of delivering true culinary satisfaction would take much too long to make. I envision a nice bowl of farfalle pasta, accented with butter and ground beef– a simple meal, but one I deem comfortable.

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