January 29, 2002

the kong cannot speaketh

It’s been snowing all day, a light powdery snow that falls slowly and dashes away at your footsteps. I’d love to go outside and take pictures, but my camera is still drying out after its weekend dunk in an underground river. It has since returned to functionality, but I want to make sure all the water demons are out before the camera returns to work.

The most beautiful girl just stopped by our apartment, looking for a vacuum cleaner. I rose to the challenge of answering the door unaided and of course, said all the wrong things with disturbing inflections.

“Oh, yes, I’m Kong.”

“What? The RA’s sent you here?!”

“It’s even got a setting for shag.”

She left quickly, sans vacuum. I didn’t even catch her name.