you are going to look so good

you are going to look so good. i'm wearing my new sweater. i too look so good. now to get to the important matters: idiots.

i dont know if we ever talked about it, but i was at the library in a comfortably firm armchair in front of a huge window overlooking the bottom of the cliff the library sits on. i was reading the new yorker thinking how unpretentious it was, yet boring and i'll tell you why later, its about jonathan safran foer and his new book but anyway, the guy next to me started talking on the phone. sometimes he whispered,"i'm in the library.......yeah, i'm breaking all the rules, heh heh." then he'd go on to say,"so have you thought about what you want for christmas?" or,"i got you something, it's not a video game." then when he was ready to repeat all those lines again, word for word he'd say,"hey, is your sister there?" there were, i counted, five sisters and five identical scripts, all told in the same annoying slow pleased with himself whisper. he finally got off the phone so they, in his own words, wouldn't kick him out into the rain. well, i walked 1.5 miles there in the rain, that punishment wouldnt be harsh enough for this man who started to surf the internet on his laptop. why he had to sit so long at the library, talking on the phone and staring at the view and going online and letting his phone ring and not answering it, disrupting me and keeping me from reading, well, who knows. he probably hates his wife. i hate his wife. she's probably the richish suburban type, old.

but critics are pussies. they dont write criticisms, they write descriptions. critics play it so straight for fear of going against the grain or being criticized themselves or offending someone or getting in trouble or something, guess i'd have to be a critic to understand.but. if i wanted to read a really long back of the book, i'd read the back of the book seven times. i dont like reading expecting something and then i finish and nothing happened. kind of like talking to someone we both know but has an inclination to read what you do. anyway. maybe i'll be a critic? would you still like me?