January 22nd, 2004

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support yer local gitslinger

the Detroit-Superior Bridge against blue sky and calm water still strikes me as unnervingly, jarringly beautiful, even as I pace impatiently worrying about potential mugging because the effing 25 bus refuses to stop in the populous areas of Public Square, thus forcing me to wait on a deserted corner a block from a check-cashing dive. cleveland to me is like an old lover I ditched years ago for being Completely Unsuitable in Every Way whose face still makes me feel a rush whether I want to or not, *marlene dietrich voice* i can't help it. i always loved cle and wanted it to love me back but it's always been collectively too stupid to know what side its bread was buttered on. The Land of the Lost. Opportunity, that is. Black gold. Texas Tea.

"You reap what you sow"
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things that make you go LOL

that meme about "put a little fun fact about yourself in my comments so I can think oh, that's so-and-so, she likes spinach." um, hello, the reason we have journals and "friends lists" *barf* is ostensibly so we can READ each others' blogs and therefore get to know Little Fun Facts about each other. i guess i shouldn't laugh too hard given that i've had people keep my journal on their friends list for 2, 3 years while demonstrating in some fashion or other that they rarely, if ever, actually read any of it.

equally amusing are those people who leave little comments claiming they can't remember who certain folks on their friends list actually are, or how they "met"/ ended up on each others' lists. if you have 400 friends i can sort of understand this statement, but when it's coming out of folks with 50 names or less on their lists i have to wonder about people's memories, drug use, and why they even bother.