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"It's Hot."
Jun. 28th, 2005 06:54 pmYesterday: stabbed self with a screwdriver. Watched Land of the Dead with Quinn. Ate spicy bourbon chicken. Wore flip flops, and actually *did* something with my hair. Got positive comments thereon. Took a bus. Got looked at. Played with iTunes on a store computer. Listened to the KOH soundtrack six times.
Today: much the same, minus tasty chicken-ness and Quinn. Would say there were no zombies involved, but a) I was a total zombie today and b) you have to take the people on the bus into consideration.
The Taciturn Lady spoke to me today. I buy a drink at the car wash across the street every day and she never talks to me. Today she was frying sausages behind the counter and was grumbling about it. I told her that at least they smelled good, and she said that they tasted good but were hard to cook because they were filled with cheese and stuck to the pan. Then she took my money. Sometimes I don't think she likes me because I'm white; sometimes I think she's just like that.
Yeah. White girl in the hood. I get a lot of odd reactions when I venture out of the building.
(The people I work with are amazed that I go outside except to arrive and leave at all. Apparently, it is My Job As A White Girl To Be Scared Of The South Side, to which I say Bullshit.)
Came home. Talked to Quinn. It's hot.
"Land of the Dead" was great because the whole thing was like a giant shot of Zombie Angst. I swear, I felt more pity for the zombies than ever. Usually I'm like, OMG! Zombies! Kill them! But this time I was like, oh, hey, zombies need lovin' too.
*melts, reforms, goes off in search of food*
Today: much the same, minus tasty chicken-ness and Quinn. Would say there were no zombies involved, but a) I was a total zombie today and b) you have to take the people on the bus into consideration.
The Taciturn Lady spoke to me today. I buy a drink at the car wash across the street every day and she never talks to me. Today she was frying sausages behind the counter and was grumbling about it. I told her that at least they smelled good, and she said that they tasted good but were hard to cook because they were filled with cheese and stuck to the pan. Then she took my money. Sometimes I don't think she likes me because I'm white; sometimes I think she's just like that.
Yeah. White girl in the hood. I get a lot of odd reactions when I venture out of the building.
(The people I work with are amazed that I go outside except to arrive and leave at all. Apparently, it is My Job As A White Girl To Be Scared Of The South Side, to which I say Bullshit.)
Came home. Talked to Quinn. It's hot.
"Land of the Dead" was great because the whole thing was like a giant shot of Zombie Angst. I swear, I felt more pity for the zombies than ever. Usually I'm like, OMG! Zombies! Kill them! But this time I was like, oh, hey, zombies need lovin' too.
*melts, reforms, goes off in search of food*
