woman warrior
hello werld, had a great title and a list of ish to blog, but alas, i left it at home, but you have to plan for the unexpects..just like how i had to carry my own water yesterday, but hey, i actually got my butt up to do it, so yea m
it's been awhile, so here's a recap, reader's digest style.Geri and I played cops after work on Friday nite, he has all these police files on this nutty cat that believed that Microsoft was bugging his brain and trying to fry him in his bed, Geri will just let anyone off the streets come home with him..tsk tsk. We enjoyed reading both the transcriptions of the interviews with him, as well as listening to the tape recording, while trying to figure out why we had to check the items we wanted from the sushi menu if they were just gonna randomly bring us whatever. overall, a glutonous gut busting time.
saturday rolls around, and Skurvy strolls thru the door all apologies for standing me up on Monday, and we're all good. we hit up Tropika for some eats and headed down to El Kartel for an "art show". It got too toasty hot, and I ran into a junior high skool goth (she looks great as a human now) and the older bro of Linder Surprise drove us back, not before I smoked a 1/3 of his menthol cig and we were disappointed by the lack of prostitutinal eye candy out on Richard's st.
yesterday, Bigs brought me to tears as we discussed the seeming futility of artistic fabulous women to be in meaningfull relationships because we are attracted to those interesting artistic cats that are our equals, but they don't want us back because they feel threatened or whatever it is. It's easier for them because they have hoards of women around them to be their fans, and then they can "settle down" and take the wife when they feel the yearning to. It's sucks for us, because we a)cannot become the "wife" after a life of being freakin' fabulous, and b) cannot settle for that boring guy who will probably work better as a balance. WE WANT THE PASSION. So, here's hoping that it's not impossible, but the floodgates were opened as I thought about it statistically, at least amongst the women I know. Does it make me wanna give anything up though? hells no.
So, after that, the computers crash, and I'm on the phone overtime because I can't close my registers and go home, because I'm trying to tell George from Ohio at the "help" desk what's going on, and he's telling me to switch off this and trace this wire, and it involves crawling into spaces that are akin to dryers. Though I fit in these spots, I didn't really feel like playing contortionist yesterday. I did hear though, how Cayenne sounds American, as this cat's voice and the way he said my name sounded eerily like that. Finally, I go home, put on some candles and some Tribe, and smoked the rest of my pack, and liked it...and started cooking.
Today, I was all over the map, and the language school guy finally caught up with me and bought me a bagel and watched me fidget half and hour over my break, telling me he'd like to see me...he's been trying to do this for awhile now, but I explained my sitchy-ation and he still persists, though convinced that I won't call him, and I probably won't. Too busy working on the whole switching of the day job and continuing writing the most fabulous instrumental piano peace ever. ptoe. work to do, work to do...but at this moment, movies to watch (2) catching up on some missed ones in the summer...all4now.
