 |
|
|
|
Colorado
|
|
|
1/18/03
I began to notice something very interesting.The nicer the car that had to circumvent mine, the more annoyed the driver was. Three cars stopped to offer help. All three times, the car was more than 15 years old. All three times, it was beat up, and the drivers resembled people you'd more expect to pick out of a lineup than send a thank you card to.
But no one in a Lexus offered to help. Someone actually honked and flipped me off for blocking traffic. He was driving an Escalade. Another guy, a Chicano with three kids in a 1978 GMC Panel van with no front bumper stopped to offer help. A couple minutes later, a guy in an Expedition screamed obscenities from behind his sound-resistant glass at me.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Missouri
|
|
|
9/18/02
I was commenting on this tendency to my friend David the other night, & the conversation led me to conclude that my
suicide is out of the question, for the simple reason that I would never be able to get the note right. I can see myself
now. A low-lit room, tragically bittersweet music playing, razor blade resting beside me with an awful gravity; & me
ponderously setting a few sentences down on paper...stopping...putting the pen to my chin as I consider their value...scribbling
them out...scratching my head...etching a furious doodle in the margin...standing up to pace...sitting back down decisively...
thoughtfully bringing the pen to the paper again, only to stop after two words....
In the morning I wake up with drool on my chin & a cramp in my shoulder. I start coffee & sip a cup while reviewing
the second-to-second-to-last draft of my suicide note. Pick up the razor blade & slice the paper to ribbons before
heading off to class.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
New York
|
|
|
|
01/30/03
I was outside with my dad, getting really distressed because I had to walk over salt laden ice in my best shoes and I was tip-toeing over it muttering to myself something about the tundra when my dad said, "What is wrong with you? It's just snow." He had a look of disappointment on his face. I stood and looked at him from my world and he looked at me from his. The enormity of the gap between us became painfully obvious. All I could manage was an exasperated and very gay, "...but my shoes..." He turned around and kept walking. Ugh.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
New Jersey
|
|
|
9/21/02
I went to see the Mets play this summer, as part of my father's birthday celebration. Aside from the fact that the tickets cost me $160 for four people, and were in bad
seats nonetheless, and were for a team that sucks so terribly that it's more interesting to find out about their drug habits than their batting averages, and in a part of New York that
I don't find terribly interesting, and in miserably humid weather, and the beers were six-fucking-dollars you sons of bitches I want a goddamn beer, not a cashflow problem... ahem.
Let's just say that I've vowed to not waste any more time and money on the Mets.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
UK
|
|
|
9/23/02
Eventually we were warned to "hold onto something", jerked forwards a couple of hundred yards and, with a Back to the Future-style DeLorean hiss, pulled into the crowded platform, where I and the rest of passenger poured off the train, regardless of our actual final destinations. Leaving the platform I looked over my shoulder and saw that, in true London Transport style, instead of closing the train for repairs, new passengers had been welcomed aboard and the train was now shuddering its way towards its next stop.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
West Virginia
|
|
|
1/16/03
So I start the car up and try to move. I'm spinning spinning...This car does not like snow. NO NO NO NO!
Well I finally get moved and I'm in the open where she can see me. Sitting there I would say another 20 minutes and I start to worry.
Then comes the Bronco up beside me. So I rolled down the window. He doesn't say anything. I said oh fuck and started to
roll the window up. He is saying hey baby you look good. What are you doing. You want to come with me.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
United Arab Emirates
|
|
|
10/05/02
So here was me.. dressed in my traditional dress (shalwar qameez) today and went to work (part-time) 'coz I finished classes early and guess what. There was this
Saudi guy who was obviously very impressed: he said, I love it when girls dress up in their traditional dresses, I find them very attractive. *HAH!*
And then he went on and on, (his conversations were sprinkled with 'mashaAllah') until he reached the point that he simply couldn't help himself and asked me out for coffee. The gall.
Anyway, he wasn't bad-looking or an idiot, but *Sigh* I've got better things to do. I DO Have a life, even if it consists of trying to think of names for plants I recently
bought, but what the heck, no dating for me. No, Really Thanks, it was really very flattering though.
|
|
|
|
|
