16 degrees
Because there is only one tiny heater vent in my apartment and it resides on the WORST place on the wall, I'm fucking freezing. It's literally way below freezing outside and I'm wrapped up in a blanket and heating pad.
I had to go to the doctor this morning to get some blood taken. An hour of traveling there and five minutes of filling up several vials of my blood. They never find a good vein in either arm so they take it from my hands. I left with a cotton ball taped to my hand and froze half to death while waiting for my bus. While waiting this guy came up and stood in front of me and said he's visiting from Nebraska. I was feeling kind of nice so I said hi despite the fact that I hate people when I'm not working. He took it as an invitation to pick something from my coat. "Lint," he said. My smile falters because he touched me. I crossed my arms. "Where are all the grunge bars? I heard the Crocodile is reopening soon."
"No it isn't, it's going to be a restaurant."
"No it isn't, I heard it's reopening."
"Uh, I live here." I wasn't about to argue with some crazy fucker who still loves grunge in 2008. He started to explain some story about going to a music festival in the San Bernardino Valley years ago and meeting Dave Navarro. I let him run through it while I stared passed him looking for the bus. It's funny how this guy could end up here in a city of a million people and end up talking to me. A person who could care less than anyone else what stories he could tell me. Maybe it's just the city that has gotten to me, or maybe it's just life. Either way I don't think I could be more apathetic. He turned to walk away.
"Maybe I'll see you around, Opal."
"Yeah... Enjoy your visit." The bus came and I couldn't have welcomed it more graciously. I soon regretted my open arms because I ended up wedged between a teenage mother and her fat baby (who was grabbing at my hair) and a girl wearing uggs who insisted on sitting intimately towards me and talking loudly on her cell phone. The man standing in front of me stepped on my foot and then I was pissed. A toothless grin hit me in the face from across the aisle and I looked away as quickly as I could. If the fucker two seats down hadn't stopped whistling when he did I would have probably ripped the bench from the floor to match his smile with my friend across from me.
Ahhh... Then it was my stop. Back to my apartment that feels like it's linked with Antarctica through a black hole.
I had to go to the doctor this morning to get some blood taken. An hour of traveling there and five minutes of filling up several vials of my blood. They never find a good vein in either arm so they take it from my hands. I left with a cotton ball taped to my hand and froze half to death while waiting for my bus. While waiting this guy came up and stood in front of me and said he's visiting from Nebraska. I was feeling kind of nice so I said hi despite the fact that I hate people when I'm not working. He took it as an invitation to pick something from my coat. "Lint," he said. My smile falters because he touched me. I crossed my arms. "Where are all the grunge bars? I heard the Crocodile is reopening soon."
"No it isn't, it's going to be a restaurant."
"No it isn't, I heard it's reopening."
"Uh, I live here." I wasn't about to argue with some crazy fucker who still loves grunge in 2008. He started to explain some story about going to a music festival in the San Bernardino Valley years ago and meeting Dave Navarro. I let him run through it while I stared passed him looking for the bus. It's funny how this guy could end up here in a city of a million people and end up talking to me. A person who could care less than anyone else what stories he could tell me. Maybe it's just the city that has gotten to me, or maybe it's just life. Either way I don't think I could be more apathetic. He turned to walk away.
"Maybe I'll see you around, Opal."
"Yeah... Enjoy your visit." The bus came and I couldn't have welcomed it more graciously. I soon regretted my open arms because I ended up wedged between a teenage mother and her fat baby (who was grabbing at my hair) and a girl wearing uggs who insisted on sitting intimately towards me and talking loudly on her cell phone. The man standing in front of me stepped on my foot and then I was pissed. A toothless grin hit me in the face from across the aisle and I looked away as quickly as I could. If the fucker two seats down hadn't stopped whistling when he did I would have probably ripped the bench from the floor to match his smile with my friend across from me.
Ahhh... Then it was my stop. Back to my apartment that feels like it's linked with Antarctica through a black hole.