7.18.01 - 12:13

yeah, it's still that way. just trying to show you things.

let me tell you one thing. the people at www.transitinfo.org/db don't really listen to you. you might think that if there is a 'schedule' there would be some sort of order, some method to the madness where really there shouldn't be madness at all because for god's sake, there's a schedule. oh, but you would think wrong and they won't do anything to fix it so just get used to it because that's how the world works. ha ha hee hee and a ho ho.

if you decide to sit down next to me smoking that cigarette don't be startled when you see it laying on the sidewalk there in front of you. i mean, really. oh god.

what he said last week leaning on the door of the bmw he was about to park down the street was something like, will they mind? of course they won't mind if you give them a smile like that. oh, how cute, right. and then you had to come up and ask me about how exactly i'd celebrate my 50th wedding anniversary? what are you thinking? oh, you wanna finish school first, you said. well, yeah. and then i want to decide if i'm ever gonna get married. and then i want to decide who i'm gonna marry. and then i want to see if we stay married 50 years. so you know, about this whole 50th wedding anniversary thing, um, get back to me in 60ish years. i mean, really. you might also want to think about reconciling with that chickie of yours cause you aren't gonna make it to 50 with someone new, that's for damn sure.

good for you, finishing school. ha. um, yeah. people do that these days, you know. i saw him do it the other day, while she wasn't looking, string all her paper clips together in an almost-infinity chain and then lay them carefully back into the box like nothing ever happened. and now is the frustrating part where he has to wonder when she's going to go for a paper clip because he doesn't have the time to sit around and wait and plus that's a little suspicious. so he comes by every now and again with a stack of papers that clearly need to be fastened somehow but she keeps reaching for that stapler instead. oh, how frustrating. because this is only going to work once, you know. and that setup takes a while. shit.

the process: (look up....look up...come on, move those eyes...higher....higher...look up, dammit, look UP...oh. there you go. hey check that out -- eyes. wow.)

you would say things like ok i won't understand that it's a secret unless you tell me like i need to know it so then i told you this way 'this is a secret' wrapped in tags and we laughed about it because yeah, it was funny and it was true and everything you process is between slashes and those pointy brackets and shit and we couldn't tell about the what-for or why of it all.

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