Hi:
Just kidding about the above statement. I just wanted to get your attention.
Just going to try to write fast. Sorry if all of it does not make sense.
I prefer to call it gettting out my thoughts; YOU can call it "Microblogging" while listening to a Denise Austin (spelling?) exercise video turned up at FULL BLAST.
The other day I was sitting outside at an unnamed Starbucks (it was already closed. It closed early, but that's for another blog post) and overheard a couple (maybe in their late 20s) talking about their upcoming wedding with what appeared to be a wedding planner. The resulting situation followed: every time the wedding planner ( a woman in her 40s with a conservative, dorky hairstyle ) suggested a song to the couple, she would belt it out at full blast. I heard an excellent version of "All You Need Is Love," originally by the Beatles but Re-done by her. To cut to the chase: I learned every detail of the wedding except for where it is going to be and what color dresses the bridesmaids are going to be wearing. Darn, I SO wanted to crash it ( Hey, if I did, could I bring Owen Wilson and Vince Vaughn with me??) I did not get a ton of WRITING done (my poor short story was being neglected ) but I did get to hear about garters and violins and prayers.
In the writing class yesterday (at The Bridge, homeless shelter in downtown Dallas where I help out), a man asked me for 25 cents. I said NO because I wanted to say no and stand my ground and also because I did not want to give away all of my change at that exact moment. He wants to write about his life and maybe he will, soon. as soon as he gets 25 cents.
I bought the new Eminem CD, Relapse. Bow down to sad, pathetic 8 Mile (not the movie, the street in Detroit, MI ), which is becoming well known for ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? question mark overkill. Well, in any case, god bless all of the 8 Mile Road prostitutes.
I'm working at an unnamed bookstore. It's okay so far, and I like that it's something new. My boss said I could blog about him if I wanted.
Well, I had more to write but Im getting tired.
Geraldine Ferraro, 74, (look it up if you do not know who she is) and Shirley Manson, 43, the singer from Garbage, both have birthdays TODAY. Yay, they are both OLDER than me. Oh, happy birthday.
Peace. Working on giving peace, love, hope and Luck. It's overused but that's ok!!
Chillax with a Bob Dylan CD if you can,
xo,
Alice
b.b.b.
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