yes yes it's messy

it's time
the time has come to write.
i've been putting off a lot of my writing lately because of no specific and valid reason but more because i've just been afraid of not finding the right words. but we all know that is a poor and puny excuse not to write. new blog picture, because a) i am bored and b) those are probably all the faces that i make on the subway during the day to people and to no one in particular, especially to the sleeping man across from me or to the smudgy reflection in the plastic windows.
i have seen the most beautiful and interesting people lately. today i went to the new york public library because i was determined to get a library card and become an official new york snubby nose library card holder. that, or i just thought about the royal tenenbaums and how margot would sleep in the library and stay there for weeks and i thought, well, if one were to have that sort of adventure, one would be in dire need of a library card. so anyways, tangent not withstanding, i went into the big library on 5th ave and sauntered up to this old wooden desk with pamphlets stacked up everywhere with an INFORMATION sign hanging right above it. and this woman, this patron of greatness who probably smelled of old books was nothing short of extraordinary. her hair was dyed carrot orange and was sculpted over with aquanet super-hold into this magnificent updo that looked like two waves hugging each other. i swear i looked at her and i thought, why isn't this woman being written about? she had on a teal skirt suit with a rhinestone brooch and she wore glasses. not just any glasses. i'm talking tinted gold rimmed, straight out of another decade or universe glasses. her lips were glossed over with some sort of coral shimmering smacky moisturizer and her nails were perfectly manicured to match the color of her lips, which is a color that should only belong in timeshares in destin, florida. this woman was going on and on to an australian man in front of me about how the children's section of this research library was fantastic and how they were having a guest speaker about all the uses of peanuts later on this afternoon. she was the woman who always had a kleenex, a wadded up shredding kleenex in her right hand, just in case. and she knew everything about the library and prided herself on it. someone, please write a screenplay about this woman, she's just begging to be seen by the world. i'd think her name must've been gladys and at home she had one of those hairless dogs waiting for her, who'd she sleep with and turn out the light after reading the last chapter in book 17 of 187 in a series of harlequin romance novels. we'll see, i'll go back and see what i can find out.