did you read the job description?

she wasn't sure whether or not she should laugh or cry when her co-worker looked at her and without shame said "i don't know how to multi-task."
she pushed the pain back down to her stomach where it belonged and prepped herself for the longest 5 hours of her life. unfortunately she didn't push it down far enough because it resurfaced back into her mouth during the dessert service.

don't know how to multi-task.
it's so hard not to judge.

i wonder what they're hiding.

were those leaves in her hair?

"where have you been?"
"i thought i would take a nap in the leafy knoll behind the car port. except it wasn't as pleasant as i imagined it. so i ended up taking a nap in the back seat of a parked car."
"who's car?"
"i don't know. the door was unlocked so i just fell asleep for a while in the back. then i took out my lipstick and left a note. i was here."

sometimes i wish i had gone to library school too. 1998. what a year.

how did you get your job?

after 2 hours of waiting somebody finally called her name. she waded through the sea of 14 year old girls towards the woman with the clip board. she followed her down a dark, backway stairwell that reminded her of china town when she was young. the bathrooms were always in the basement and the basement was always dark and she was sure that those were the kind of places snuff films were made.
so, down the snuff film stairwell and into an office. she got on the scale. she'd lost 10 lbs.
she sat in a chair while the woman asked her questions.

woman: are you interested in birth control?
girl: possibly an IUD.
w: there are two kinds.
g: how long do they last?
w: about 10 years. how old are you?
g: 30.
w: you need to start having your children soon.
g: but i don't want children. that's why i want an IUD.
w: why don't you want children?
g: there's enough children. why does one need to come out of my body.
w: don't you like children?
g: i like them just fine. they look great on other people.
w: you're a strange girl.
g: i'm sorry. i thought i was at planned parenthood.

gunspoint...

so, we live in this hotel. a marriott. it's ok, you know...clean rooms, a/c works. indoor/outdoor pool. and Kicks, the hotel bar. it's a somewhat surreal existence, but it's worked so far.

yesterday i was on the phone with josh discussing whether or not a visit would be in order. he asked me where i was staying.

in greenspoint, i said.
oh. so you don't leave your hotel then, do you?
no. never.

well, last night i left the hotel. over dinner we had a conversation about desperate times and people in l.a. doing fucked up shit. devin said "it's not just in l.a., y'all. it's everywhere." she wasn't joking.

about an hour later, after riding the technically mechanical bull in walmart (now that gilley's is gone what else is there?) we started walking back to the car. we looked back at one point to see our girlfriend in somekind of confusing struggle and we watched for a second before we realized that some fat chick was trying to steal her purse.

y'all...girls make-up was jacked.

anyway, there were three of them, but it was an unsuccessful mugging. not because any action was necessarily taken, but because they were so fucked up. and then they just disappeared. we climbed in the car to try to run them over, but they had vanished. which must have been a serious act of magic, cuz girl was big.

devin told the story in class this morning. that's when carlos told us that he was pistol whipped in his car at the intersection in front of our hotel. they call the area gunspoint.

we have fantastic bull photos.

and kathlene still has her purse.