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| - Last Friday morning my thoughts were focused on the cold that I didn't notice the bang-up job on my car's rear and near the gas tank. I'd been hit and run on my own street. Last October it had been hit and run too, and at first I suspected it was at the parking lot, but now i'm not so sure. Coulda been closer to home also. Like outsida my house again. Well this time, i know-ish the culprit and it's a sticky situation, but i'm hoping it's going to get smoothed out.
Other than my bouts with mala suerte, sometimes I’m luckier. Like, even though I’m physically sick now, I hadn’t had a cold since Nov 2003. That’s about 14 months. Or, I didn’t get a speeding ticket. Or a parking ticket for over-parking an extra 30 mins outside of my dentist office. The little things. And the bigger things. Etcetera. To even it out.
[In shaking off the subject of more drivers and pedestrians:
(1) Right next to Safeway there's a garage that I pass by and tenants of the housing above it always drive in and out. Drivers must stop at the garage gate to key it open. One driver kept rolling, inching and unrelenting to an old lady walking in front, between the car the the gate. Just stop, you know! where's 3 inches going to get you?! Can't they be decent.
(2) On Battery there's 2 huge parallel crosswalks on at a corner. The crosswalks actually have a neon green sign that says "yield" to a picture of a stick figure. That means, 'drivers, stop at the line so people who have the right of way, can walk safely.' So people are crossing the street on the other side of the street and a truck slows down for them. Me and a couple other people are like oh, he's slowing down for them but they're way down on that crosswalk and he's approaching our crosswalk first. So he might as well stop for us too, then, right? No! Ran us over! well he would have if we didn't quit walking.]
With that shaken off, I can revert to mentioning how it’s 2005 now. Even though it’s 3 weeks into it. How glad I am it’s come to be this year, here and now, and here’s to many more! While last year went by so fast I wonder I where and how will we go now? This past new years eve was so super, much better than the one in 03, with a quote from The OC in mind.
I got to spend time w/ Q and had alotta fun!
I’m constantly nitpicking at my maid-of-honor list. There shouldn’t be a list, there should just be A maid-of-honor. And maybe then, bridesmaids. But I have a fucking list, cuz I keep thinking well I really love this girl and for this reason. I don’t wanna love one more than the other and I probably don’t which is why I’m like can’t I have them all, like maidS of honor. plural. But then I get down to it, and my list keeps shifting. And my choices keep becoming based on funky reasoning. Recently one o’ the gals made think ‘oh she definitely probably won’t be the Maid because she thinks I like Britney Spears just cuz I bought her first album.’ Other times, some girls have really REALLY good taste that it’s hands down they HAVE to be the Maid. Then there’s they sympathy reason, I think ‘awww, poor her, she should really be the Maid.’ Fuck me! Maybe I should send out a self-made aptitude test to the candidates. to try and help me out, right. I’m faced with some tough decisions about it, mostly because I don’t want to pick the right person for the wrong reasons. Anyone among them could serve to be the right one. But if I was asked to pick immediately, one gal, from the getgo, just for the fuck of it and stick the fuck to it, I’d know who’d I choose. If I did that, it would be the right person for the right reasons. But if I continued to deliberate, I see myself picking for a reason that couldn’t be right. Then that sort of answers my question. the fuck?!
At least I definitely have one flower girl in mind. wait, maybe she should be ring bearer! or is that only a boy thing?
Here it is, my *Moment of Zen* a la Stewart:
How can I help it if I think you’re funny when you’re mad
Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad
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| - I did everything on time this morning in prepping to get to work. But I still missed my train. Cuz the frost on my windshield delayed me. I scraped it off, got in my car and defroze my hand by holding my coffee cup. Which didn't work cuz the mug's got insulation to keep the shit inside warm, and it's made so that the outside doesn't share the same temperature.
So I went speeding down Central and hit the brakes when I saw a cop and her car just sitting there. I drove by her playing it cool. I put on my innocent but hardass face. can you imagine that. i'm not asking. and I thought aloud, cuz I wanted to hear myself to believe it, "I'm chillin. I'm sitting here, i'm not even tryin' to drive fast." But her policey lights on her car go off, blue, red, white. Red, white, blue. So I keep moseying by her and along, and pull into the parking lot, then start speeding again to hurry my ass up and find a space and get out of the car and run. I think I lost her. Heh, then I think I pulled a FAST ONE on her, cuz she didn't catch me. am I cool. Or just short. Or she didn't care. Cuz that innocent hardass face did it.
But it was great that I had time to make some coffee early this morn. Nutthin like waking up early on a Friday to haul ass to work. Wind in face.
Here it is, your *Moment of Zen* a la Stewart:
I know a girl
She puts the color inside of my world
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| - At first I thought seven eleven was outta place around here, but now it's my go -to one stop shopping. for breakfast and lunch. healthy right. if you look in the right places it's decent enough. it's not so gay anymore! and I was making fun.
If you're looking to hear xmas songs for all of november until now and so on, it's KOIT. Nice to relive K. Carpenter again. It's funny if you blast it at work. if you wanna duck and cover from rocks. or sharpened pencils. mechanical pencils. xactos. triangles. you get the idea.
Here it is your Moment of Zen a la *Stewart* :
Heeeey santaaaa, hey santa~ saaaaantaaa......... | | |
| - - President P Flava here, my Esteban-given pimpafied name.
I voted esta manana and there were some old grumpy women I ran into. Are they just sad, angry or jealous that we're young with potential, while they're old and only have potential to croak? So much for volunteering, if you're going to be grumpy..... I turned in my ballot, and one was like, okay get outta here! Oh and it doesn't help if you're also um...borderline senile...and yelling wrong things. But I was still nice. Cuz I feel for seniors. I knew a couple.
Here it is your *Moment of Zen* a la Stewart:
One good thing about music, is that when it hits you, you feel no pain. So hit me with music, brutalize me with music | | |
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