things of note:
i ate lobster tail for the first time in my life last night. crafted by one Nathan Howard Wagner. I also had icecream with reduced balsamic vinegar and strawberries... which was actually extremely enjoyable. the vinegar stimulates the sweet/tart location on your tongue and it blends nicely.
my boo bought me a 'Walking with the Dinosaurs' ticket. oh. snap. i plan on biking out there and sitting through the whole show, still strapped into my bike helmet and fanny pack slack jawed slurping up my joyous drool for intermitant cheering, cooing, squealing and weeping in ectasy... all while clutching a large dinosaur figurine.
and you think i'm joking.
i saw a girl on the bus today who was a child in an adolescent's body. she sat behind her male counterpart, sneaking cracker jack into her mouth and staring at people. she concealed her snack food in a beach bag from the 90's and took to open-palmedly stroking her companion's ashy hair. he had a blank expression on his face, did not even turn to acknowlege her gesture. i wondered fleetingly if he was a stranger unsure of how to respond to this womanchild. She then pulled his hood up over his hair. waited a beat. then pulled up her own as if he had started the game. he sat unmoving. a korean woman greeted her, and the womanchild exclaimed in a disturbingly high ranged, blank voice, 'i like willy wonka!'
my boo bought me a 'Walking with the Dinosaurs' ticket. oh. snap. i plan on biking out there and sitting through the whole show, still strapped into my bike helmet and fanny pack slack jawed slurping up my joyous drool for intermitant cheering, cooing, squealing and weeping in ectasy... all while clutching a large dinosaur figurine.
and you think i'm joking.
i saw a girl on the bus today who was a child in an adolescent's body. she sat behind her male counterpart, sneaking cracker jack into her mouth and staring at people. she concealed her snack food in a beach bag from the 90's and took to open-palmedly stroking her companion's ashy hair. he had a blank expression on his face, did not even turn to acknowlege her gesture. i wondered fleetingly if he was a stranger unsure of how to respond to this womanchild. She then pulled his hood up over his hair. waited a beat. then pulled up her own as if he had started the game. he sat unmoving. a korean woman greeted her, and the womanchild exclaimed in a disturbingly high ranged, blank voice, 'i like willy wonka!'