i was just out running some errands. it’s very very grey, stormy grey. and while it LOOKS fall, it doesn’t have the nip in the air to FEEL it. it’s breezy and mild. it’s pretty dark, for 8:30, but the days are getting shorter and shorter, aren’t they?
anyway, i was out running errands and three things happened to me that made me think there is an odd vibe in the air tonight. ok, one thing made me think there was an odd vibe. one thing just annoyed me, and the other just disturbed me slightly. first, i stopped at the gas station. to get gas. duh. and i was inside, buying a soda pop. i was behind two people, in line, who only seemed to speak spanish. they were having a repetative conversation, about phone cards. this woman came up and got some gum and shoved her way in front of the couple in line to get her money on the counter. as she did that, the couple moved away, essentially putting her in front of me. she cut. she was a CUTTER. so i started giving her THAT LOOK. the one you can feel someone give you, even if you aren’t looking at them. she turned to look at me, and my LOOK. and i said as sweetly as possible, “because your gum purchase is more important than my soda pop purchase, why?”
i hate cutters.
as i was driving down the road from the gas station, i saw a guy walking down the street in jeans, a sweatshirt, and a full planet of the apes mask. covered his whole head. i kid you not. just ambling on down the sidewalk.
then i was coming out of a store, and i saw a truck with business info painted on it for “the mole guys.” had a little picture of a mole which said, “got moles?” underneath it. well this was an open bed truck and it was just full of nasty, rusty, sharp and deadly traps. i don’t know what i was thinking they’d do with the moles. i guess i didn’t really think they transplanted them to a mole reserve somewhere. but the sight of all those traps… there was something kinda … grody about it.
speaking of grody, the elevator in my apartment building smells like dirty diapers tonight. but, on a positive side, i did a load of a laundry so now i DO have clean underpants in many colors. as well as a clean sheets to put on the bed. hooray.
oh, and the current winner of the Cheapest Nekkid Dance is romy, at a thousand. since writing that question, i’ve come to realize that i, too, am a cheap nekkid dancer, and i’d have to say that for a thousand, you could probably have a choice between me and romy.
Daily Archives: August 11, 2003
The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised.
ok, liloo, this made me laugh:
The many way Jodi falls down” seems to glow with inner life.
because it’s true. i tried to explain that to my therapist once. i told her about the time i was standing on the sidewalk, at the curb, waiting for the cross walk, and i just spontaneously tripped. even thought i was standing still. and because i had my good camera around my neck, i fell all the way over, because i was using my hands to protect it, and didn’t catch my fall. and i think it made her sort of sad. but i’ve come to terms with it, for the most part.
also, regarding the clean underpants. that is where you are WRONG! i have ZERO clean underpants. i need to do laundry soooo bad. right now, i am wearing the “only when i need to do laundry” underpants. the kind that make you drive carefully because you don’t want to get in a car wreck with these particular underpants on. i do have two more pair, they are days of the week kitty cat thong underpants. i don’t know what days are left. but for some outfits, that’s just not appropriate.
don’t worry, internet friends, i’m obligated to feel better. first, fee reminded me, in less than a month, i will be seeing my boyfriend, eddie izzard here in seattle. and in a little more than a month, i’ll see him again, in LA. with fee and h’wee and kam! wheeeee! and, in fact, when i was in class with evildeb, i showed her the tickets for the seattle show, tucked safely away in my franklin covey Æ brain. just to keep our spirits up.
secondly, i must have seemed pretty down, because deb took me to the spa yesterday and got me a massage. she got herself a massage too. i told her not to be ridiculous, that she didn’t need to take me to the spa. but i only said that about 2.3 times, and not with my most resolute voice. so… off to the spa we went! this spa is called sanctuary. it’s wonderful. they those showers. you know? the steam showers with all the shower heads coming at you from all directions. they have you take one before, and then i took another after. they had the best hair products in there too. those showers might be better than sex. depends on if you are getting any, i suppose. god i love those showers. in fact, in my list of material possessions i want, i had one of those showers.
the massage therapist beat the shit out of me too. which i like. what’s the point of getting a massage, unless you get the hurt out? but my arms are major sore!! she did things to my arms no massage therapist has ever done before. i feel bruised, but she didn’t leave any marks. ninja massage therapist.
so, as you can see, i’m obligated to snap out of it. because i have all these fucking BLESSINGS. you know? yeah… i’m working on it. don’t worry.