This is so hilarious. All of that drama and fraud about this guy being Albergo Barbara or whatever (which I never bought but now I realize that's what they wanted me to think) and then I find myself, today, driving by a big Ferrari store after someone gave me directions when I was lost in Seattle today. Noted. Drove by at normal pace. haha. Then someone else was telling me where to go to find a wi-fi place and he tells me Caffe Vita, which I didn't give thought to until I was there, and reading the signs, remembered the "counts" name, I think first name is "Vitus". So, very funny. Okay, mildly amusing.;
This darker electronic slow club song is playing called "My Little Runaway" and I looked up from my laptop and thought, "everyone here looks like a runaway. or former runaway. or potential runaway. I forgot how earth-muffinish everyone is here. It's a bigger deal than Portland, OR. I mean, floaty, dreds, no make-up, and those are the rich people. If you don't match and wear a big farmers hat with a full beard, you might be cool. I'm not cool yet. I have too much eyeliner on. One thing that's really working for me, though, is my worn-over-twice clothing. I didn't have a change of clothes for a day overnight in Portland. I'm showered but scuzzy.
hey...I just realized, I WAS a runaway today! huh. even me. I met this guy for a date and he gave me a little bit of money and told me I could either get a hotel room or take the money and run. I ran. So, by all technical terminology, I'm a runaway.
You know what would be really cool? charging for lunch dates. "Yeah, I'll have lunch with you, but it'll cost ya."
I had the seared tuna or ahi whatever. It was really, really, good. And a glass of chardonnay. Cheers.
Ahahhaaaa! This is so funny. Now this song about "I'm just a vampire for your love" is on. Very dracula. Somewhere, his spirit is here. I feel it, wafting through the room like the smoke of burning coffeebeans.
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