is because philly showed up with easy mac and beef jerky. also chips, sweatpants, dayquil, tea, a hot water heater, a lamp, a floormat, echinacea, and cough drops. and then they took me to an italian place for lunch and i ordered the expensive pasta with the special sauce that i never order because it’s too expensive. i even got a drink! i never get a drink. they also took me to wagamama for dinner and paid for my overpriced soup and 5 dollar apple juice. i miss my parents‘ money.
between lunch and dinner we stopped by harvard book store, since it was right there. phil was looking for a map of boston so i browsed the fiction section, and found a bunch of signed copies of richard yates. i am going to preface this by saying that tao lin gets on my nerves but i am so starstruck it doesn’t even matterOHMYGOD SIGNED COPIES.
granted, they weren’t actually “signed;” he just drew one of his animal doodles on the title page. there were three books with a hamster, one with what i believe was a kangaroo but can’t be sure, and one with a fish. i got the one with the fish.
and when i say “got,” i really mean made philly pay for. because i would probably have not spent my own money on tao lin, signed or not. there were also things stuck in the books. a sheet of doodles
and two prints or photos or something of his animal shit.
it was like finding a postcard in a postsecret book, but less lame, and little more preposterous. also contrived. BUT WHATEVER NOT MAH MONAYY BITCHES
i wonder what i can make them buy for me tomorrow
