backyard crowing ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I am Switzerland. I'm in Chipotle alone on a Saturday night. They ran out of rice, so I'm waiting until they have it again to order my burrito. Oy, I haven't written since the ice age. Tonight I saw him (David) again, in the cool black hat he loves so much. As soon as I saw him I felt instantly aware of my genuine army shirt--it's the first time I've worn it out, and some people tend to look at me strangely. Pochenke. I keep hoping he'll walk into the restaurant and see me, and maybe say hello. Or more, I don't know. What I wouldn't do to be out with him now...but that's emo. Not that I don't like the genre, I'm just not in the mood to be teased for feeling glum, or depressed, or whatever emo kids are anyway. Oy. Here I go again, and I haven't begun to study this weekend. Shame on me! Not an ounce of studying! Not a chapter, not a unit, not a MINUTE, if truth be told. One thing I've noticed about wearing this shirt is that when I walk past the homeless people on Guadelupe, they don't bother me, perhaps because they're known to wear this kind of thing. nighttime - 2006-01-28 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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