Dear diary,
Today I went to school. It was okay. Then I went home and ate Cheerios. Transformers was on, but there was a baseball game instead of Batman.
Dear diary,
Today I slept until noon, almost. I dropped my coat off at the tailor's to get the lining fixed and then I went to Discount Fabric Warehouse to look for fabric for my Burning Man outfit. They had a nice black cotton that was perfect for the lining, but their selection of velveteens left something to be desired, so J and I headed for Haight Street, where the other Discount Fabric Warehouse is, the one that always closes early.
There was a crazy woman on the bus. She was yelling "fuck" at the top of her lungs. Actually, she's saying other things, but every other word is fuck. The man she's with is yelling at her to shut up. A bunch of people in the back of the bus are telling her to get off. She calls some guy's girlfriend a bitch and the guy gets in her face.
"Call my girlfriend a bitch one more time and I'm gonna smack you!"
"Go ahead and smack me. Do it! Do it!"
"Call my girlfriend a bitch."
Everyone had backed down by the time we reached Masonic. The fabric store on Haight had more velveteen, but they didn't have it in burgundy, so I settled for blue. Then J and I went home and started making dinner while I fixed my clothes. A friend of ours came by and we watched The Iron Giant, which wasn't very good, but it was noise in the background while I refurbished my dresses and hemmed my skirts. Then we ate sticky mango rice and a curry. I've decided that I love sticky mango rice more anything in this world. It's sweet and perfect for such a hot day.
The three of us went to Bondage-A-Go-Go and danced. I saw Kalico and we swore a solemn oath that we would get coffee this weekend and maybe fire dance. Creepy fetish-club men tried to talk to me, but I hid behind D. Then it was time to go home.
I ate Cheerios. Batman was on.
Now I don't want any more complaints about how infrequently I post to my journal. If I wrote about what I did every single day, for God's sake, it would sound like this!
Today I went to school. It was okay. Then I went home and ate Cheerios. Transformers was on, but there was a baseball game instead of Batman.
Dear diary,
Today I slept until noon, almost. I dropped my coat off at the tailor's to get the lining fixed and then I went to Discount Fabric Warehouse to look for fabric for my Burning Man outfit. They had a nice black cotton that was perfect for the lining, but their selection of velveteens left something to be desired, so J and I headed for Haight Street, where the other Discount Fabric Warehouse is, the one that always closes early.
There was a crazy woman on the bus. She was yelling "fuck" at the top of her lungs. Actually, she's saying other things, but every other word is fuck. The man she's with is yelling at her to shut up. A bunch of people in the back of the bus are telling her to get off. She calls some guy's girlfriend a bitch and the guy gets in her face.
"Call my girlfriend a bitch one more time and I'm gonna smack you!"
"Go ahead and smack me. Do it! Do it!"
"Call my girlfriend a bitch."
Everyone had backed down by the time we reached Masonic. The fabric store on Haight had more velveteen, but they didn't have it in burgundy, so I settled for blue. Then J and I went home and started making dinner while I fixed my clothes. A friend of ours came by and we watched The Iron Giant, which wasn't very good, but it was noise in the background while I refurbished my dresses and hemmed my skirts. Then we ate sticky mango rice and a curry. I've decided that I love sticky mango rice more anything in this world. It's sweet and perfect for such a hot day.
The three of us went to Bondage-A-Go-Go and danced. I saw Kalico and we swore a solemn oath that we would get coffee this weekend and maybe fire dance. Creepy fetish-club men tried to talk to me, but I hid behind D. Then it was time to go home.
I ate Cheerios. Batman was on.
Now I don't want any more complaints about how infrequently I post to my journal. If I wrote about what I did every single day, for God's sake, it would sound like this!