Last week I got the ultimate cat-call; here the guys make a kissing noise instead of whistling. I was walking on a busy road when I heard the all too familiar sound. I looked up to see nothing less than a garbage truck pass dropping trash everywhere with three worker guys not much cleaner than the truck hanging off the back. There was my Romeo. Prince Charming himself. There is a salamander living in my room. I was way happy the other day when I saw the ants on my toothbrush BEFORE I put the toothpaste on it. Everyone thinks my eye color is from contacts and the kids say they look like cat eyes. I saw a sixty-year-old woman wearing a Ramones t-shirt.
Sunday, July 29, 2007
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