i was sitting at the bus stop on my way to lunch today. minding my own business when i was approached by a shabbily dressed, one armed man smoking a cigarette. he looks at me and says "i hate to have a sense of humor, but i wish i was as beautiful as you are." then he starts laughing like a hyena as he turns and walks away, occasionally peering back at me, laughing and shaking his head.
he laughed all the way around the corner.
i wonder if this is the payback that i get for continuosly victimizing my poor friend by verbally assaulting him with professions of my love everytime i see him.
sorry, b.
also, this should maybe be read in conjunction with fleeter fay's blog about carnies, and let us know if you think there is any correlation.
it is a full moon.
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