Tuesday, April 28, 2009

at least amanda laughed

we were walking the dog and this woman pulled up and said ive lost my dog, have you seen it? she said something about brown and we said no and she drove on and we looked at each other, sad!, and turned the block back to our house. just as we arrived we gasped, there was the dog!, he was in front of the neighbors looking lost and confused. theres the dog! we both said, and began fumbling around. she ran to take the dog in and i ran across the street my arms outstretched like some off duty cop. "nice doggy" i said. just then i noticed a man near the dog. "what are you doing?" he asked. "this dog is lost" i said. "this dog is mine" he said, and took the dog and left. just then milo came running outside with a leash for the dog. "we got the wrong dog" i said, and we went back inside.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

yesterday

we went to our childhood home. not the childhood childhood but we lived there til i was 2 and my brothers 3 and 5. it was cold and i kept saying things like i remember the strawberries and "oh yeah those people" while my brother and mom discussed things that really happened. we stood there and i said we should live there again. and everyone said yeah although why would we. then we stood awhile longer and there seemed nothing more to say so my mom gave us candy and we hugged and drove away. 

before that we'd been outside the restaurant when this guy walked by and stopped and said "yowwww!" and we smiled and he said "keep that smile and the gods will smile down on you" or something of that sort and he reminded me of my other brother but a little more on drugs and we waved and and he went on and we went in and sat down. and then went to the house and the candy and the cold and later we went drinking and my brother and i danced and today i smell like firewood because it was burning at the bar. which reminds me of october, remember when it burned?

Saturday, April 25, 2009

honestly,

i was a way more successful child than adult and i only began this blog to prove that im not a washed up actress/writer/child model. i dont know how i intend to demonstrate this but now i have a blog.