7 May
Walking down the street yesterday, I saw a tall black man with a big smile waving at two girls in a car while crossing the street, and I realized that it was Nipsey Russell!
Then, ten minutes later, I passed by a short dark-haired guy, and it was Nathan Lane.
For those of you who were curious, apparently the celebrity centre of the universe yesterday was the west side.
After my many celebrity sightings I went to the croissant place to get my ham and cheese croissant.
I love those, but they tend to sell out early and I don't have lunch until late so it's a crapshoot. But, seeing as it's a ten minute walk to the croissant place, I get very shirty when denied!
Last time, the guy said "Well, I have a spinach croissant or a ham and cheese quiche, but no ham and cheese croissant!" and I said, with tears in my eyes "But I wanted a ham and cheese croissant!"
So he made it for me specially. A horrible precedent began.
Yesterday, a different guy told me that, as far as ham and cheese croissants went, the cupboard was bare, and I, hard though it may be to admit, whined in a high squeaky voice:
"But I wanted a ham and cheese croissant! And last time, that guy made one just for me!"
So, this guy made one just for me. It took ten minutes, and there was a long, unruly queue, but I took a counterman out of the equation for the duration. I swear, I am shameless when it comes to ham and cheese croissants.
Found a swell new journal yesterday, ZigZag Journeys.
O, I sound like I'm all brilliant, ferreting out this brand-new gem by sheer brilliance and persistence, but I have to admit that she was part of my mix tape trade and only admitted to me last night that she had a journal!
In this entry, she pointed me to this fun game, and, always willing to use some sort of trick to make an entry rather than having to actually write it, I present to you my Angry Alanis song:
"I Think"
I Think stews are really a huge problem
I Think sauces are too much on my mind
I Think gumbos have got a lot to do with why the world sucks
But what can you do?
Like a green rain, beating down on me
Like a Sylvia Plath line, which won't let go of my brain
Like The Candyman's ass, it is in my head
Blame it on food all mixed together
Blame it on food all mixed together
Blame it on food all mixed together
I Think salad dressings are gonna drive us all crazy
And ketchup make me feel like a child
I Think japanese food will eventually be the downfall of civilization
But what can you do? I said what can you do?
Like a green rain, beating down on me
Like a Sylvia Plath line, which won't let go of my brain
Like The Candyman's ass, it is in my head
Blame it on food all mixed together
Blame it on food all mixed together
Blame it on food all mixed together
Like a green rain, beating down on me
Like The Candyman's smile, cruel and cold
Like Sylvia Plath's ass, it is in my head
Blame it on food all mixed together
Blame it on food all mixed together
Blame it on food all mixed together
I really don't like food all mixed together, you know!
My left breast hurts. Well, not hurts, but kinda feels weird when my arm hits it a certain way. Also, my finger is still numb.
I'm falling apart.
Today's horoscope:
Communication is vital today at work. There may be extra correspondence, phone calls, or office chitchat. Humor will help.
One year ago today:
Sluice it in the morning, sluice it in the evening, sluice it at supper-time!
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