Aug 10, 2007 10:49
Time to make some LJ icons because it's shit outside and there's nothing better to do at least for the next 6 hours or so (besides eat cereal leftover wonton soup). Bren gets up early for work, so when I stay over, I end up watching one of the cats cuddle on her little stuffed banana, going to sleep at around 4.30a, getting up at 6.00a, maybe going back to sleep for another 45 min. and then having all morning to do nothing before I give up at noon and take a nap. Otherwise, I'm really enjoying this spectacularly shitty weather.
Fuuuuuck. I need a job.
And question - is it not okay to take abandoned objects? So someone leaves their umbrella (ella, ella, ey, ey; sorry, had to) on the bench (which is just rude, by the way, because it was wet and people have to put their asses there) and I, being stealthy, sauntered around for couple of minutes after two trains I didnt want left going in either direction. No one took it, so I determined it was abandoned. I wasnt going to take it, but I sat down and noticed it was a much nicer umbrella than mine, so I briefly inspected it and stuck it in my bag. Some train I didnt want pulled up and I looked up. There was some wench looking directly at me with a look on her face that was a bizarre combination of disapproval, shock and maybe awe. ...the hell?
Since when was it not okay to take random abandoned crap? I bet she was just jealous because I copped a sweet umbrella and she didnt get to it first. Besides, it turned out to be the tiniest fucking umbrella possible to the point that I might not ever use it again for fear of looking ridiculous. I'm certainly not going to feel bad about claiming an abandoned umbrella. I've blatantly stolen much more expensive, more important things.
I should have flipped that lady off, but I always forget you can do that. I pretty much stick to winking and sticking out my tongue, neither of which would have been appropriate in this circumstance. Actually, maybe winking would have been more appropriate than flipping her off, but I think that would have made too much sense. She was the one giving me the bitchy stank-eye.
Aside:
Dear 50 Cent,
You wack.
Love,
Maya
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