what's sexier that a plater of watermelon? a bigger platter of watermelon and my face in it.
Thursday, August 5, 2010 / 8:54 PM
Aw man. In retrospect, I maybe possibly might should have respected Tiffer's wishes, that psycho bitch, but when it is decided that two friends need to go get hot dogs... who's to say no. Anyway. After Chaucer, I found Mal. His subconscious told him to get on campus. After Mal got in the Jeep to get hot dogs, Psycho Bitch finds us. I think she has some kind of crazy sensor cause, man, she descended on us like white on rice.
Psycho Bitch: What are you doing with my boyfriend!@!@>!#
Myself: I'm gonna take him to a hotel, ravish him from head to toe and afterwards go out for hot dogs and a smoothie. Got a problem, blondie?
Psycho Bitch: #%@#%@#%^%#^@$%!#$!%&*$%^#$^ (I truly did not understand what she said. Could have been Finnish or Idiotspeak.)
Myself: Suit yourself. Move or I'll run you over and score 50 points for hitting a blonde. GTA, girl.
Mal: ....
I didn't really take him to a hotel, in case you were wondering, we got smoothies (10 minute drive) and later got hot dogs (25 minute drive) and after we skirted around Lollapalooza (Lady Gaga is performing tomorrow) and after we decided to go take the scenic routes. Means we wandered around the suburbs, took Thatcher Rd (normally called the "Creepy Road") and dropped him off at the Green Line. I missed that kid.
A level of comfort has been achieved with him that allowed him to pull up my top a bit (in the middle of the street) and exclaim with a toothy grin, "Ria! Babe, I love your hot pink underwear. Do you know where I can get some like that?" Sigh. Never wear white short shorts with fluorescent underwear.
Seriously.
As for the smoothie place, its called Osaka and it's on Michigan Avenue and Van Buren Street. So far: Mango papaya, mango strawberry, mango kiwi, strawberry kiwi, strawberry papaya, pineapple strawberry, pineapple mango and coconut banana have been smashing. The only one that didn't work was papaya banana. I pictured the banana holding the papaya in a headlock trying to overtake the other in flavor. Strange.
ogni cuore
ha il suo dolore
If you're here, you've somehow managed to stumble across my blog. The word blog makes me think of snooty fashionistas in
New York writing about their later escapades in their pink Mercedes so we'll just call this the place were Ria (yours truly)
can spit out whatever the hell she wants with no responsibility or thought about who she might be offending.
Also, if you're reading this, you might want to know a few things. This is my fifth attempt at successfully keeping a record of my thoughts and doings
- after a few LiveJournals, a former Blog (if you peek around you might find it), and a few paper journals - so, I figure this might be the last chance
I'll give myself to write everyday - if not possible then every other day - about what's going on through my head.
N
o, you're not handcuffed to a chair. You may leave if you will. Go watch porn.
My basic goal with this is to try to flesh out the philosophies, memories, thoughts that make me - me.
Truthfully, I just want to write again. I miss it.
omnes relinquite spes
o vos intrantes
Nel mezzo del camin di nostra vita
mi ritrovai per una selva oscura
che la diritta via era smarrita.
Ahi quanto a dir qual era è cosa dura
esta selva selvaggia e aspra e forte,
che nel pensier rinuova la paura!
Tant 'e amara che poco è più morte;
ma per trattar del ben ch'i' vi trovai,
dirò del altre cose ch'i' v'ho scorte.
Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy. Inferno
and tonight
the stars revolt
