Ramble (don't waste your time)

So today is Thursday already. My how fast the time goes! I’m not working at the bar tonight because I agreed to watch little Eric (My friend’s Ashley and Matt’s baby boy). I haven’t babysat him in a pretty long time, so this should be interesting. I’m kind of nervous to tell you the truth. Eep.

News: There’s a movement to get a produce co-operative going in Delridge which is really exciting! I really like West Seattle and a food Co-op would be icing on the cake! The only co-ops around as of now (that I’m aware of) are in Bellingham or farther north or south than what is painless to get to via bus. We do have a PCC and Metropolitan Market here in West Seattle, on the same street that I live on. We also have the Sunday farmers market too but the produce is limited and I always have to end up paying out the freaking ass to buy fresh produce from the Markets. SO –I am really rooting for this to come through!

Also, Tony’s Produce stand just opened in South Seattle, it takes 2 buses to get there but I’m pretty excited that it’s open again and they have really low prices (ooh how stimulating). It’s also open 7 days a week so I don’t have to wait (and sometimes miss) the Sunday farmers market. Rock on!

Exciting Stranger Valentine issue came out yesteday! There are so many good ones in there! I put in some personal love notes to my 3 main squeezes in. <3 (There’s a valentine in there for SNUGGIES Suzye!) ah haha!

This is officially my last weekend of not having to work. I mean it this time. My new schedule starts Tuesday the 16th and I will officially be full time and start getting MONEY FINALLY! I also get benefits, hell yes! I called the W2 hotline and requested my WSPTA w2 that never came :( the nice lady said that it would take 10 – 15 days to get to me… Is there a deadline to fill out your tax return docs?? I usually use turbotax.

I’ve been doing yoga everyday with Comcast Exercise TV. My hips are very sore (but I’m thinking that could also be from last weekend’s drunken debacle). I’ve been blasting all the awesome music on my new ipod everywhere I go, and doc it to my ihome whenever I’m not out and about. Randy gave me a bunch of awesome music from his itunes and organized the confused content and took out music I wouldn’t ever listen to. My favorite band that he shared with me so far is, “Explosions in the Sky” I’ve been listening to it every night.

Story Time:
I bused to Tacoma to visit Dan last night and got severely turned around on the buses, and ended up getting on the 592 to Lakewood instead of the 594 to Tacoma so I was on the bus for a good three hours before I got to 10th and Commerce in Tacoma, and then When I did I ran after the 1 bus that would take me up 6th ave to Dan’s place and he just started pulling away when I reached the bus doors, but to my relief there was a red light so I peered through the window and asked to board and he shook his stupid finger at me!!!! So I had to wait in the stinkiest spot for a half hour while I waited for the other bus to roll by, and I ran into Sean Salsbury (it seems that whenever I’m in Tacoma I run into him) he was with two girls (ten and fourteen year olds) and he had just gotten released from jail for getting arrested for an outstanding warrant for an MIP that he never took care of. So they where smoking a very large blunt and I was pretty uncomfortable with pretty much everything around me. The fourteen year old solicited a passerby to buy her booze from the slutty little corner market, I tucked myself in a corner and pretended to talk to someone on my phone. The bus ended up being around 10 minutes later than it was scheduled, in that time a white van stopped in the middle of the road, a man got out, left the van running and started walking straight toward me.. I tried my hardest not to make I contact and over exaggerate the depth of my fake phone conversation but he stopped right in front of me and I couldn’t NOT look up at him, there was nothing I could do at these point (short of running away). Standing in front of me was a GIGANTIC black man wearing a tattered Chicago Bulls sweatshirt and bright blue prison pants. He had his dirty hand stretched toward mine at in my pocket and (here comes the pickup line scenario of the year)

Hi I’m Mike and I noticed you standing here and I had to take a
chance. What’s your name?

Sydney.

Do you have room for a friend in your life Sydney? I don’t usually
dress like this, I’m workin’ right now so…

Not really Mike, I’m flattered --but I have a boyfriend sorry.

Nothing serious, just take this and call me whenever you get lonely.

(Hands me his personal roof cleaning card)

I noticed the three-car-one-bus pile up his van was causing. So I bid a due. And fled the scene -- the bus was the 1 I was waiting for. So I’m finally on the right bus, it’s now about 7:30 and I realize I’m only going to have about 2 hours (if that) to converse with Dan about the meaning of life and why humans suck so bad and what possible ways there are to overcome the ecologic crisis and solve the plundering epidemic and so on and so forth. So I get there... And Dan and I are having an awesomely stimulating conversation (Dan knows a lot of cool tricks of the hippie underground trade) I was learning and we were passionately debating! --and all of a sudden Joseph was at the door. What the hell? What did I do to karmatically deserve this series of unfortunate events? When I was waiting for the right bus to pick me up and the Lakewood transit center to take me back to Tacoma I had let this man use my phone to call his ride, and I counseled him on what bus he should take to get him where he needed to be! That constitutes as good Karma, right?! And I reflected hard on that because whenever anyone approaches me on the street asking to use my phone I usually say no, because a while ago my friend Andrew got asked the same request and when he handed it over the person took off! So there we are --the uncomfortable air so thick with tension I could barely breathe. After his insulting remarks last weekend, we left off on a pretty sour note and I could have gone a while without having to face him. Ugh. So I left. I thought it best to get a move on a little early anyway so I would be sure to make it home while buses still ran for a few more hours, just in case I got on the wrong bus, fell into the Bermuda Triangle or got abducted by a man in a white unmarked van. I made it downtown just in the nick of time to catch the very last Seattle-bound bus (yes!) but by the time we made it to downtown I had barely missed the west Seattle-bound bus and would now have to wait 33 minutes for the next one. I had to pee SO badly I was jogging up and down the street snapping my fingers texting Bekah and trying to hum a song I didn’t know. I’m sure people thought I was cracked out of my mind and I was seriously, truly worried that I would piss myself. I scoped out a little cubby hole in which I could crouch in and pee, possibly without being seen, but by the time I actually got up the courage someone sat down 5 ft away from it.. So I squeezed my legs together and doodled love messages on the bus stop with my new paint markers and finally the bus pulled up. I had one more bus to catch when I got over the West Seattle Bridge I had to hold it even longer. When I finally got off the bus by my apartment I flew up the three flights of stairs in about 4 glides. The door was jammed with a towel (mom likes to do that to keep the cold air from coming in) I almost started leaking but she came to my rescue, pulling the towel from the door just in the knick of time and I dropped all my things and peed the longest pee in history. THE END!


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