The world as represented by melted, remolded crayons:
Today, when I was walking home from school, I saw this guy drive by on the opposite side of the road. He was in this antique, boxy powder blue Chevrolet wearing a bowler, tortoise shell plastic glasses and a blazer, and he smoking a cigar. This man is possibly the most glorious thing I've seen in ages. If he happened to be thirty-five years younger, I'd be all over him. Hahaha...it was awesome.
Then, a few yards down the sidewalk, this woman was strolling along with her young child. It waved to me. I didn't know what to do...it was uncomfortable. Why do babies feel that they can wave to whomever they pass in the street? I didn't know this baby or its mother. I don't belong in the suburbs. I need the city where people walk briskly by one another, pretending not to notice that the street is full of people.
I just saw some old version of The Picture of Dorian Gray on TV. It wasn't great but the resemblance between the actor that played Dorian and the image I had of him in my head was uncanny.
Tomorrow, I may or may not get my Vespa-like-entity fixed so that I could, possibly drive it in traffic if I so wished, which I do.
Next weekend is the 215 festival. I really would like to see the Neal Pollack Invasion, but if I cannot, I have alternative 215 plots for Saturday.
So, yes...that was not very cohesive as I did not use anything in the way of transitional words or phrases. I'm too lazy for respectably written journal entries anymore. I'm just too lazy to exist.
Then, a few yards down the sidewalk, this woman was strolling along with her young child. It waved to me. I didn't know what to do...it was uncomfortable. Why do babies feel that they can wave to whomever they pass in the street? I didn't know this baby or its mother. I don't belong in the suburbs. I need the city where people walk briskly by one another, pretending not to notice that the street is full of people.
I just saw some old version of The Picture of Dorian Gray on TV. It wasn't great but the resemblance between the actor that played Dorian and the image I had of him in my head was uncanny.
Tomorrow, I may or may not get my Vespa-like-entity fixed so that I could, possibly drive it in traffic if I so wished, which I do.
Next weekend is the 215 festival. I really would like to see the Neal Pollack Invasion, but if I cannot, I have alternative 215 plots for Saturday.
So, yes...that was not very cohesive as I did not use anything in the way of transitional words or phrases. I'm too lazy for respectably written journal entries anymore. I'm just too lazy to exist.