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Jun. 27th, 2002 04:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gfrancieI survived the heat.
barely.
First, I was on a 72 bus sitting next to jittery schizo man. It reminded me of sitting next to ADD kids, only more conversations about "chips in my head, to get the government happy" and it was one of those kind of heatwaves, where you stick to the disinegrating vinyl seats. Many times we just sat there in traffic. Sitting...waiting...no a/c...nothing. The heat just stood there. I looked around the bus. There was a girl complaining that her boyfriend "just isn't at her emotional level" trendy asian kids in the back talking about hondas and pearl tea, a totally HOT asian guy who made, his bored expression work well for him. (think Mr. Big crossed with Jet Li) the real excitement was observing the couple right across from me. She was a large girl who was into "goddess" stuff, wore all black and seemed to have a rather bothersome rash on her arms that she kept scratching at. She was sitting with her boyfriend who had poorly painted purple nails. It looked like a drunk drag queen did them. (I think the girlfriend did that) He looked sort of scraggly, the kind of guy that goes well with a girl like that. I did observe that he had rather sensitive sweet eyes. What a waste on such a whiney boy. They discussed people who they thought "were freaky" (did you know that Nick, Max and Devon are freaky...yeah I was glad to know also) and she talked about those "evil 4-H pony girls" I suspect they were in High School. Then they started making out. *closes her eyes for a moment to make the pain go away* Now, normally I am a fan of being affectionate in public. I wouldn't go as far as to say I am for public-fucking (there are a few exceptions) but hey, it is good to see a little lovin' occuring in this world. Since there is so little of it. But today, on a crowded bus, where the air didn't move, next to the crazy chip-in-his-head man. It was the last thing I needed. Then they started with the drooling tongue action. I tried my best to concentrate on my book, but then...oh sweet jesus this is the part where I nearly threw up the popcicle I had just eaten (orange flavored) they started doing, *sighs* babytalk.
so right now, picture if you will, we have Gen, reading her book (Ireland in Low-gear, I reccomend it) or atleast trying to, while sitting next to the jittery crazy man, the bus is not moving, we have loud teenagers in the back, over-analyzing girl near by "I don't think we are going to have dinner, I can't face his tone of voice" and then we have the nerd couple, trying to make nerdlet babies right on the bus. While baby-talking. I wanted to grab the Wizards of the Coasts Junkies and say, "listen you can do one or the other, you can't do baby talk and be scary sex fiends, it is too HOT a day for this kind of crap, something's gotta give" fortunatly the bus started moving again. (this is where I thank jesus and all the angels) I then skipped off of the bus, skipped onto the ferry and I bought a vanilla coke (review to follow) I sat up on the deck, reading the comics (I still miss Marmeduke...crazy dog) and enjoying the breeze off of the water. I then had a nice conversation with an attractive guy with dark curly hair and nice legs. He was going to hike around in the olympics. I gave him a few tips of fun places to hang out and we then discussed the book I was reading. It was one of those nice chats.
I encourage a lot of people to talk to strangers. You can become acquainted with all sorts.
Later I was walking along the road, footloose and fancy-free. there was a breeze, it is summer and I was quite happy by myself. I walked past this 57' Chevy and the driver offered me a ride, I politely declined. I may be rather foolish at times (no comments from the peanut gallery please) but I don't think getting into a car with a strange man who looks a bit too cocky for this own good, is intelligent. He then proceeded to follow me for three blocks.
Hrm, the notion that when a girl says no, she means no, doesn't apply to offers of car rides.
I didn't lose my temper and I wasn't too cold. I was cheerful when I said, no thank you.
I came home, I found a new kitchen table, my mother sitting at it, reading the paper and eating chinese food. It seems she sold the kids to the gypsies and was enjoying it. (they were at rehearsal, so don't rush off to CPS just yet) She went on a bit of a shopping spree and she got me a costco membership. What a nice mother. I can buy a flat of ketchup if I so choose now.
And she also purchased, "Mr. Deeds goes to Town" (one of my favorite Jean Arthur films) and "Oceans Eleven" (the remake with the oh-so-delicious George Clooney)
It was an evening spent with everyone gone, I in my new favorite panties, and a cadbury bar, dinking about on the computer, thinking good thoughts.
barely.
First, I was on a 72 bus sitting next to jittery schizo man. It reminded me of sitting next to ADD kids, only more conversations about "chips in my head, to get the government happy" and it was one of those kind of heatwaves, where you stick to the disinegrating vinyl seats. Many times we just sat there in traffic. Sitting...waiting...no a/c...nothing. The heat just stood there. I looked around the bus. There was a girl complaining that her boyfriend "just isn't at her emotional level" trendy asian kids in the back talking about hondas and pearl tea, a totally HOT asian guy who made, his bored expression work well for him. (think Mr. Big crossed with Jet Li) the real excitement was observing the couple right across from me. She was a large girl who was into "goddess" stuff, wore all black and seemed to have a rather bothersome rash on her arms that she kept scratching at. She was sitting with her boyfriend who had poorly painted purple nails. It looked like a drunk drag queen did them. (I think the girlfriend did that) He looked sort of scraggly, the kind of guy that goes well with a girl like that. I did observe that he had rather sensitive sweet eyes. What a waste on such a whiney boy. They discussed people who they thought "were freaky" (did you know that Nick, Max and Devon are freaky...yeah I was glad to know also) and she talked about those "evil 4-H pony girls" I suspect they were in High School. Then they started making out. *closes her eyes for a moment to make the pain go away* Now, normally I am a fan of being affectionate in public. I wouldn't go as far as to say I am for public-fucking (there are a few exceptions) but hey, it is good to see a little lovin' occuring in this world. Since there is so little of it. But today, on a crowded bus, where the air didn't move, next to the crazy chip-in-his-head man. It was the last thing I needed. Then they started with the drooling tongue action. I tried my best to concentrate on my book, but then...oh sweet jesus this is the part where I nearly threw up the popcicle I had just eaten (orange flavored) they started doing, *sighs* babytalk.
so right now, picture if you will, we have Gen, reading her book (Ireland in Low-gear, I reccomend it) or atleast trying to, while sitting next to the jittery crazy man, the bus is not moving, we have loud teenagers in the back, over-analyzing girl near by "I don't think we are going to have dinner, I can't face his tone of voice" and then we have the nerd couple, trying to make nerdlet babies right on the bus. While baby-talking. I wanted to grab the Wizards of the Coasts Junkies and say, "listen you can do one or the other, you can't do baby talk and be scary sex fiends, it is too HOT a day for this kind of crap, something's gotta give" fortunatly the bus started moving again. (this is where I thank jesus and all the angels) I then skipped off of the bus, skipped onto the ferry and I bought a vanilla coke (review to follow) I sat up on the deck, reading the comics (I still miss Marmeduke...crazy dog) and enjoying the breeze off of the water. I then had a nice conversation with an attractive guy with dark curly hair and nice legs. He was going to hike around in the olympics. I gave him a few tips of fun places to hang out and we then discussed the book I was reading. It was one of those nice chats.
I encourage a lot of people to talk to strangers. You can become acquainted with all sorts.
Later I was walking along the road, footloose and fancy-free. there was a breeze, it is summer and I was quite happy by myself. I walked past this 57' Chevy and the driver offered me a ride, I politely declined. I may be rather foolish at times (no comments from the peanut gallery please) but I don't think getting into a car with a strange man who looks a bit too cocky for this own good, is intelligent. He then proceeded to follow me for three blocks.
Hrm, the notion that when a girl says no, she means no, doesn't apply to offers of car rides.
I didn't lose my temper and I wasn't too cold. I was cheerful when I said, no thank you.
I came home, I found a new kitchen table, my mother sitting at it, reading the paper and eating chinese food. It seems she sold the kids to the gypsies and was enjoying it. (they were at rehearsal, so don't rush off to CPS just yet) She went on a bit of a shopping spree and she got me a costco membership. What a nice mother. I can buy a flat of ketchup if I so choose now.
And she also purchased, "Mr. Deeds goes to Town" (one of my favorite Jean Arthur films) and "Oceans Eleven" (the remake with the oh-so-delicious George Clooney)
It was an evening spent with everyone gone, I in my new favorite panties, and a cadbury bar, dinking about on the computer, thinking good thoughts.
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Date: 2002-06-28 10:40 am (UTC)hrm that would be a cool website, people's gradeschool report cards and comments.
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Date: 2002-06-27 02:32 pm (UTC)The hobby I've stuck with most consistently over my life (pretty much my whole life) has been role-playing games. RPGs are dominated by social rejects and misfits...and one of the unfortunate side-effects of being a social reject is your complete LACK OF SOCIAL SKILLS.
For example, most people in this world will understand that if my response to your statements is short, dismissive acknowledgements as I continue to do something that has the added bonus of not interacting with you, you might get the impression that I would rather not listen to you speak. Unfortunately, this is not quite so obvious to some individuals who will gleefully yammer away about their 31st level assasin/ninja/wizard and his phat lewt.
And in order to find new friends that are into gaming, I have to end up interacting with these kinds of people on a semi-regular basis.
It makes me cry.
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Date: 2002-06-27 09:00 pm (UTC)