Cry It Out

Cry It Out


So you didn’t think I was a freak coming up
to you at the Stop-n-Shop yesterday? Are you kidding? I was a pig in sh**. I had seen you around the neighborhood too,
but it’s not like you can run out into the snow to say hi when you have a baby on your
boob. Which is why I hurdle jumped over the cantaloupe
to introduce myself. Well I’m really glad you did. Me too. Truly, it’s impossible meeting people in Port
and Nate doesn’t get home ’til almost eight most nights and I don’t like driving with
the baby in the car unless the conditions are perfect so, it’s a lot of me and her alone
in a room. Do you know that novel, Room? It won the Booker Prize? Anyway it’s this beautiful story about a woman
who is held captive for years in a garden. Oh, Room! The movie! Exactly, and I keep telling my mom, that’s
what this is, it’s Room. I’m in Room, It’s winter in Long Island, I’m
at home with a newborn and its Room. That’s why I thank God everyday for Stop-n-Shop
sometimes it’s the only time I get out in a 48 hr period I swear to god. -Me too. -And you think I’m going to prom. I do full face makeup, shave my legs and usually
I don’t even need anything I will just go stand in the vitamin aisle, being like “ooo,
vitamins.” -I know, me too, with shampoo and conditioner.

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