hizzah

Being Green
2002-04-22 07:56:41 (UTC)

We're all sensitive people..

I started my day off by getting up at 8am to pee. On my
way back in I picked up the phone from off the floor and
put it back in it's cradle. The last three nights I've fallen
asleep talking on the phone.

I went back to sleep eventhough I was awake.
Sometimes forcing yourself back to sleep isn't always
good. I dreampt I was sleeping at Zak's place though I
haven't a clue what it's like there. Started off good and
then transformed into some super freaky dream that I
can't quite remember but know wasn't good.

At 10am I got out of bed and headed straight to the
computer. Who has no life? ME! Zak was there as
always. Our "relationship" has taken a drastic step
forward and communication with him has become a
part of my daily routine.

At 1pm I realized I needed to do something besides sit
around in my pajamas all day. Give a workaholic a day
with nothing to do and they will go stir crazy! So I
packed up my shit and went to the beach.

I put my headphones on and strutted down to the bus
stop. Calvin Johnson was pounding in my ears and
you would've thought I was John Travolta the way I was
walking down the street.

I got on the city express and made myself comfy. At
McCully a really good looking guy got on. But not only
was he good looking he looked really familar. I couldn't
help but stare and a guy that was talking to himself
caught me starring and stared at me starring at the
other guy.

I got off the bus outside Tower Records. As I was
getting off the doors in the back closed on me and it
hurt. I had my hand on the fucking handles so it
should've stayed open but noooo. It was then I realized
who the guy looked like. He looks like Jason. Next
weekend it will be three years since Jason left us.
*sigh.

I cut thru the mall, got a smoothie and some sushi and
then jaywalked across the street to the beach. I sat
down at the nearest bench not taken over my a
homeless person and ate my sushi. Yum. Then I
headed to the sand, found my usual spot and set up
camp.Half an hour on my stomach, flip, half an hour on
my tummy.

On my tummy I surveyed the beach. A few cute guys
were scattered here and there. Then out of nowhere
comes this giant black woman in a neon orange bikini
yelling and screaming. Apparently the issue was that
her son Jeffery had disappeared into the ocean and
she couldn't find him. The lifegaurds tried to calm her
down to get some basic information and she freaked
out more and nearly attacked the guy nearest to me on
the beach screaming "Can you swim?? I lost my son!"

She goes stomping down the beach waving her arms
as the lifeguards disperse. One in the water, one on
some beach buggy thing. The lady heads back to her
spot on the beach just as her son comes walking down
the beach. He hadn't drowned, he had just went to use
the facilities.

I went for a swim after that. A long, relax swim out past
all the people. I floated on my back and stared at the
sky and just felt.....good.

Then I came in, walked up the beach to the showers,
rinsed off and layed back down next to my stuff to dry off.
I ended up having a major sneezing fit and decided to
leave a little earlier than I had planned.

I went into the changing part of the bathrooms and
started toweling off and changing my clothes. In the
meantime two little girls came in. They couldn't have
been more than 12 years old but they had the
vocabulary of truck drivers. I was blown away! My old
lady instincts wanted to have a word with them but I
held back.

After they showered off they started taking dirty picture of
eachother! Talking about how this boy and that boy
would just love them. They were posing with their suits
pulled up their butts, a finger in their mouth..all that porn
stuff. They didn't even have pubic hair...that's how bad
these pictures were.

My head almost exploded and I quickly left.

I walked back to the mall. Two guys passed me in the
cross walk and one of them had a giant stereo on his
shoulder, carrying it gettoblaster style and playing
snoop dogg. I thought that shit died in the 80's.

I went to the mall where hundreds and hundreds of
brainless, rich asians wandered the malls starring into
space and NOT watching where they were going.

There was a sidewalk sale going on. So I bought
myself another ring. This one is opal and fits on my
"ring finger". I figured since no one else is in a hurry to
put something on my finger, I'd just do it myself.

I tried to buy a webcam but after three "technology"
stores not having a clue where to find one I was about
to give the finger to fucking hawaii. I headed towards
Sears and just when I found the section that had them,
the bell rang announcing the closing of the store.

Ho hum.

I rounded up too much food from the food court and
went back to the ring store for a graduation gift for Kim
and then went home.

Upon my arrival I noticed that Colleen had cleaned her
side of the room completly. Amazing! It's scary how
clean it is and I sort of want her to throw some shit on
the floor to make me feel more at home.

That was my day. It was a really good day actually until I
got this horrid headache.

Now if you don't mind, I have to get back to my yahoo
messanger.





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