And now I present something of a fluff post:
Today I went traipsing about with foündsound, spent time in SOMA looking at Stompers boots, garbage, graffiti, flyers. All that deserted urban SOMA stuff. Wandered around a bit, the sun felt nice on my skin. Hanging with foündsound was cool, we got to spaz out like big idiots. We did that a lot throughout the late afternoon, after he picked out a pair of really stompy big stomping boots.
And then there was a pair of crazy highschool lesbian exhibitionists expressing their dweeby little hearts out at King Diner while we enjoyed our meaty treats. Seriously, I'm not making this up. I wound up sitting with my back to this giggly, twee pair of girlchildren, opting instead to watch the traffic and the sky, while my lucky companion was treated to an increasingly explicit and unlikely display of lustful mealtime physicality taking place (possibly for his benefit?) directly across from our booth. While I was not able to enjoy all the splendor of their visual spectacle, I feel that I, too, witnessed the full tapestry of young budding breasts, eager caresses and tender sensual exploration thanks to his enthusiastic, spirited narration throughout.
Then we laughed it up outside and pretended he was an old woman who didn't need help across the street, walked down Market Street in the wind while I struggled to keep my skirt from billowing up over my head. I needed shampoo, so we had an adventure of being shadowed around Wallgreens by a really intense security guard any time I stopped to read ingredients or whatever. I am many things, but i'm so totally not subtle enough to shoplift. As a taxpayer and landowner, I feel I have earned the right to wander endlessly through a goddamn drugstore without being PERSECUTED. Hahaha. We ignored him, and moved on to make fun of the aisle with condoms ("don't need these, no sir!") followed by Lubricants, Lotions and KLEENEX. ("oh but i'll be stocking up on plenty of lubricants, handlotion and KLEENEX oy hey!") and the ADULT DIAPERS are always a hoot.
More Market Street adventures and then some scary guy in one of the scary pornshacks tried to sell us some well-thumbed magazine called "Nasty Grannies" or something and I decided I'd had my fill of adventuring for the afternoon. Back to my place, where there was hair bleaching, hair dying, and hair trimming to be done. foündsound's hair, that is. I'm doing people's hair now, I guess, and my confidence is growing. I'm more certain with color than shears, but one of these days i'm gonna ask to get paid. Since i'm running out of random leftover hairdye and all.
So, the haircolor looks fairly awesome, and I was able to distract myself, laugh a little, get some perspective and feel a little less flippy about everything. Hooray!
|I am Kong.|
Strong and passionate, I tend to be misunderstood, sometimes even feared. I don't want to fight, I don't want to cause trouble, all I ask is a little love and a little peace. If I don't get what I want, I get angry and throw barrels and flaming oil at whatever's stopping me.
I am a Thrust-ship.
I am small and tricky - where you think I am, I probably am not. I can work very fast, but I tend to go about things in a round about way, which often leaves me effectively standing still. I hate rocks. Bloody rocks. What Video Game Character Are You?
You will drink too much gin. Not the worst way to
die, but you won't remember too much of your
life. Hey, at least you made some people laugh!
What horrible Edward Gorey Death will you die?
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