dont make waves in the water
i ventured out into the cold to ozone records where the gossip was doing an in store. i put off reading the willamette weekly until today and realized i missed their performance last nite with SLEATER KINNEY in a 300 PERSON VENUE. ugh, whatever. they ended up cancelling at the last minute and i was super bummed. i did what any girl who is low on cash would do-i went to whole foods. i couldnt resist buying fresh pesto/basil sauce and organic vegetables. all i could think of was how healthy and yummy my food will taste with herb roasted garlic and extra virgin olive oil. i slowly walked down each isle, careful not to miss anything, not even giving the "on sale this week" signs a second look. the less money i have, the more i feel i must live like im rich.
taking the bus or subway in manhattan never felt like a daily reminder of my finaincial status; here it definitely is. ony weirdos, students, or poor people seem to take the bus and that is an honest observation. it depresses me to think i am one of them. people constantly stare at me on the bus and i wonder what they think. i wonder what they believe my story to be. its true that i shop more when i dont have it and i really wish i knew why.
taking the bus or subway in manhattan never felt like a daily reminder of my finaincial status; here it definitely is. ony weirdos, students, or poor people seem to take the bus and that is an honest observation. it depresses me to think i am one of them. people constantly stare at me on the bus and i wonder what they think. i wonder what they believe my story to be. its true that i shop more when i dont have it and i really wish i knew why.