short, sweet, and easy.

the party went quite well. I shall have to do this again soon.
I met a number of very nice people. Had a few drinks, people ate up all of the food, and I have acquired a number of new friends.
yes...socializing like this is good.

What shall I do today????
probably nothing. I should drag someone to le pichet with me.
any takers?

bueller....bueller....

If you love me, and I know you do, someone will bring me the paper and some orange juice. If you do, you can sit in bed with me, and we can watch movies.

quickly sir.

I lacked any motivation to leave the house today.... truly pitiful.

I shall entertain the masses with "things I saw yesterday"

* tiny Korean woman with very large hair. It made me think of the southern Miss. America contestants in the mid eighties.

*slow moving tourists who are wowed by the sight of fruit stands at the Pike Place Market. I lost my patience and began shoving perfectly innocent people in "casual knit-wear'with my bag, all because I was short on time and need to pick up a flat of strawberries and limes.

*while waiting in the bus tunnel, I sat next to three crackwhores. I am not name-calling. These were genuine specimens. Women who had spent a rough life selling themselves for three dollar vials. One had jagged missing teeth and was talking about her breakfast of Potato chips. They weren't exactly coherent, but atleast they weren't trying to hit eachother. or spit on people.

*while riding the #72 home, I saw this girl, best described as a 'hippy chick' due to her natural approach in dressing and appearance. She chose a slightly torn prairie skirt, a top that showed her armpits which were unshaven and she wasn't wearing shoes, (why a person would ever attempt that on a public bus is beyond me)and her hair would be best described as scraggly. She was with her mother, an older hippie and what I am guessing was her sister who seemed to be the black sheep of the family, because she sported for trendy clothing. The hippie chick began to sing snippets of Ani DiFranco songs, which in itself isn't always a bad thing (except when stuck at a retreat with many of these people and they want you to talk about your emotions) what bothered me more was her "vocal stylings". It made me think of Tori Amos. Those who know me well, know my objection to Ms. Amos's existence on this planet. Maybe not so much her existence but her presence as a recording star. To be blunt, sitting on that hot, dirty bus near the hippie chick was hell.

*I was also sitting infront of a male who was listening to his discman and adding some vocal stylings of his own. "uh huh...fuck it right...uh huh...bumpbump yeah...ooooo baby...fuck yeah"
I am curious if that was commentary.

So back and forth I had hippie chick with her singing and the fuck yeah guy, giving me duel excitement. I felt as if I was in a sort of Hell, where Sam Goody music stores, controlled the music choices.

Eventually I was able to get off of the bus.
"free at last free at last thank god almighty I'm free at last"
Okay so maybe Martin Luther King Jr. Didn't mean it like that.