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this stuff is fairly typical
May. 12th, 2003 07:22 amYesterday some hoodlum Peacocks came through my mother's neighborhood and destroyed a small birdhouse.
You think I'm kidding don't you?
You think I'm kidding don't you?
May. 12th, 2003
minor major
May. 12th, 2003 02:46 pmIn fairly interesting shallow news, I returned the shoes I bought friday, wandered over to the Nine West boutique and found they were having a sale. How lovely is that? I found a rather lovely pair of sandles (which I plan on showing off) and then I traipsed over to bartell's to buy a new nail buffer and some odwalla.
I am living the high life, aren't I?
I came home late last night, my lovely boyfriend picked me up from the Ferry, and then made me spaghetti carbonara for dinner. Have I mentioned lately how much I love this man? (I tell him everyday, but still...he needs to hear how insanely wonderful he is)
And then...he massaged my feet. Oh my gosh, I want to put him up on a shelf and show him off to company like some porcelain knick-knack. "look, this is a kitty I bought in branson, and this is my boyfriend (don't touch, he is fragile) and this is my back scratcher from Tampa"
He is truly the best thing since Cornpops.
Today I caught a shop-lifter. It was sort of awkward. He attempted to leave and the security gates went off, and I asked him kindly to come back in and I asked if he had anything that might cause the alarm to go off like library books and key cards and he proceeded to produce a number of books he had stolen and he apologized.
I just sorta looked at him and said, "...oh, well okay, one moment."
I had to make a statement to the police, blah blah blah.
I know what he did was wrong, and illegal, but I felt bad that he has come to that moment in his life, where he was doing something desperate like stealing books.
So he was taken away in handcuffs and I proceeded to return to my life of shelving books.
Rather intriguing how all the little things we do in life add up and can lead us down an assortment of paths. Either one where we live quiet lives where we stay in the lines, follow the rules and everything is peaceful, or the one where foolish choices are made and desperate acts follow.
My boss chided me for having any compassion for the man.
I didn't approve of his actions, far from it. I just feel awful that he has sunk so low in life.
Pity more than anything else.
Damn my Catholicism...gets in the way everytime.
I am living the high life, aren't I?
I came home late last night, my lovely boyfriend picked me up from the Ferry, and then made me spaghetti carbonara for dinner. Have I mentioned lately how much I love this man? (I tell him everyday, but still...he needs to hear how insanely wonderful he is)
And then...he massaged my feet. Oh my gosh, I want to put him up on a shelf and show him off to company like some porcelain knick-knack. "look, this is a kitty I bought in branson, and this is my boyfriend (don't touch, he is fragile) and this is my back scratcher from Tampa"
He is truly the best thing since Cornpops.
Today I caught a shop-lifter. It was sort of awkward. He attempted to leave and the security gates went off, and I asked him kindly to come back in and I asked if he had anything that might cause the alarm to go off like library books and key cards and he proceeded to produce a number of books he had stolen and he apologized.
I just sorta looked at him and said, "...oh, well okay, one moment."
I had to make a statement to the police, blah blah blah.
I know what he did was wrong, and illegal, but I felt bad that he has come to that moment in his life, where he was doing something desperate like stealing books.
So he was taken away in handcuffs and I proceeded to return to my life of shelving books.
Rather intriguing how all the little things we do in life add up and can lead us down an assortment of paths. Either one where we live quiet lives where we stay in the lines, follow the rules and everything is peaceful, or the one where foolish choices are made and desperate acts follow.
My boss chided me for having any compassion for the man.
I didn't approve of his actions, far from it. I just feel awful that he has sunk so low in life.
Pity more than anything else.
Damn my Catholicism...gets in the way everytime.
Well...interesting moments.
A girl I went to high school with, is now on broadway. In school she was the pet of the drama teacher and it paid off...Though I sorta laughed when reading a review of some show she was in, she was described as 'overplaying' the role.
Not much has changed.
It is nice to see someone from my high school do something interesting besides become another 8 year student at Western.
Of course it isn't like I have done anything interesting other then have a couple of nervous breakdowns and do a lot of drinking.
I like to think of my youth as fodder for great novels in the future.
Jane Austen meets the macabre short stories of Dorothy Parker.
....
thoughts....
A girl I went to high school with, is now on broadway. In school she was the pet of the drama teacher and it paid off...Though I sorta laughed when reading a review of some show she was in, she was described as 'overplaying' the role.
Not much has changed.
It is nice to see someone from my high school do something interesting besides become another 8 year student at Western.
Of course it isn't like I have done anything interesting other then have a couple of nervous breakdowns and do a lot of drinking.
I like to think of my youth as fodder for great novels in the future.
Jane Austen meets the macabre short stories of Dorothy Parker.
....
thoughts....