do you ever... for lack of a (much) better term, think in the equivalent of status updates? reduce your observations to quippy one-liners? keep your thoughts artfully succinct? pretend that everything you come up with is fucking hilarious, or at the very least brilliant?
me neither.
but IF I DID, it would involve the details of this, and possibly even every other, random day:
SUNDAY 26 AUGUST 2012:
-girl on bus, fluffy 50s skirt, button-down shirt, red Keds. I smile at her because she is both a human being and, frankly, cute. she looks away. she must be from here.
-at least 20 varieties of heirloom tomatoes at the west seattle farmer's market. heirloom tomatoes are fucking sexy! the booth I especially liked had handwritten, florid descriptions of each varietal, and it was presided over by a glassy-eyed, bearded, "how's it goin'?" fellow. the predictability of this was quite comforting.
-midway through my first client of the day, my hand starts spasming. I fucked up my thumb last week and now both wrists are involved. time for the elbow. I mostly use my forearm; my elbows could cut glass. thankfully, their eyes are closed. they don't see me trying to flex my fingers between strokes. all the while, some soothing acoustic music that is fucking repetitive and drones on and on plays. apparently it is a nice day outside. I wouldn't know.
-I am reminded that I have never, EVER, worked in a place with actual fucking windows. who thought that was a brilliant idea?
-earl grey tea, 8 packets of Splenda, enough cream to turn it nearly white, and being told by a young mustached man to "have a good day, miss." nnggh. I mean, bless your heart.
-whoever was on the bus before me ate A LOT of unshelled sunflower seeds.
-the mouth-breathing (she actually WAS, I'm not being an asshole; she probably had a horrid sinus infection or something) girl who just STOPPED in front of me two different times at the store. the second time was abrupt enough that I actually stumbled.
-the loud family and spacemen 3 on my headphones.
-being under the flight path to sea-tac. if you fly into seattle, you fly over my lair. look for the radio towers. I've heard three jets in the last 5 minutes. hundreds of human stories, thousands of feet high.
-I went to pike place at 9am today; I was waiting for my 2nd bus. the sidewalks were BUSY! who fucking knew? a bunch of jetlagged tourists, pretending it's midday? donut peaches are fucking adorable. I got in several people's photographs. went to the newsstand and read the Proust Questionnaire in the back of Vanity Fair. sunlight glinted off office towers. I could even hear seagulls.
-now: a breeze moves leaves over streetlamps. the world is a poor man's strobe light. and I'm in a far less pissy mood than I was two hours ago.
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-the view from my commute. this rivals Turnagain Arm for my favorite road in the world.
-shit photo, yes; but THIS COAT IS AMAZING. it's been at this antique place for months. it's an I. Magnin drapey wool thing with real live foxy things on the collar! it's gorgeous! they want, I think, $365 for it. every time I go to this place I make sure this goddamn coat is still here, and then I caress it reverently.
fuck PETA.
-industrial giraffes!
-mo' betta the jetta, complete with wee bungee cords on her non-grill. and a plastic lei from Oahu on her mirror. and a coating of sap and pollen. i am both relieved and sad to not have her at my immediate disposal.
-the ubiquitous tombs.
"you know what crazy people like most? they like to make other people crazy."
-Robert Stone
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