Bitter? Me? Ha!

I was bored ... and since Steven Page, Manwhore wasn't available ... I went ahead & did this, to amuse about 4 or 5 of you. ;)


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You are "Hello City"!! You are quiet, but when you speak your words are deeply meaningful. And a little bitter.

Creepy Dude

After work, I stopped by the grocery store to pick up a few things. No big deal, right? Well, it was, until I was in the checkout line and someone from a neighborhood I lived in, oh, almost 15 years ago, approached me. I'd already encountered this person a couple of months back when he and his girlfriend(?) were on a walk. He asked if I lived around here, and what my name was. I gave a fake name, and lied about my address, saying that I lived a few blocks away.

Tonight, Creepy Dude approaches me while I'm in the middle of checking out at the grocery store. He's talking away, while I'm ignoring him. When he finally left, I muttered something about fucking rude people that don't seem to get the message that when someone's ignoring them, they should just move on. After the small-time, barely vocalized tirade, I look up and see a cute guy about two lanes down.

I gather up my bags, and before I leave, I look up again and give him (the anonymous cute guy) a quick smile, then go home, looking over my shoulder every few feet, worried that Creepy Dude is gonna be lurking nearby or something.

No worries, I did get home unscathed, but a little squicked out by the fact that Creepy Dude may live in my neighborhood. Now, I'm almost out of my work clothes - wanted to vent before I got to cooking, since I don't want bad Karma to permeate the food. (Wierd, I know ... but I'd swear that my cooking is affected by my mood, or even the music I'm listening to.)

Now, the good stuff

I have a couple of new lj friends to welcome! :) So, hello to cyndal and barenaked_enid! As for msvu20, I added you cos you told Kellie that I write too much. So there. :^P Anyways, welcome to my little world. I'm glad you're all along for the ride!


Today, I saw a music magazine (don't remember the title) with Amy Ray of Indigo Girls on the cover. My first thought was "Hi Kellie!" :)


And there's a correction to my post last night. It turns out that I was wrong - my wrist is bruised. Ah well, I can still move it well enough to whomp someone in the head with a saucepan to test its heft - "does it leave a mark when I smack my loved one with it? Good." Okay, so that's just me taking Anthony Bourdain's book Kitchen Confidential a bit too seriously.

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Dear Steven & Kellie -

Thanks for the entry hijacking tonight. I needed to laugh - and that really helped.

Maybe sometime I can return the favor? But for now, I have to play responsible and go to bed. There's always tomorrow - and every other day!

Love,
Carly