Yucko, it's raining so much outside. By tomorrow, there will be a huge 4" deep puddle where my car is parked. My shoes always get soaked when I try to get into my car after it rains. I should park on the street more.
Yesterday was my final studio review for school. It went so so. I have a history exam on Monday for which I haven't studied one iota. I have the book open and next to me right now, which makes me feel at least a little better.
This afternoon, around 1:30 pm, I saw a peculiar thing while waiting at the ol' F bus stop. Across the street, in front of the corner store, was a hooker and her pimp. She was hella interesting. Decked out in a mini jean skirt and suede boots, she spared no effort in trying to get the attention of people driving past her. She'd halfway lean out into the street, and kind of motion to people with strange gestures and facial expressions. I found it altogether kind of groddy. I wish that kind of shit didn't happen 100' feet from my house.
I am feeling lonely and reluctant. I think it is the lack of a social life outside my studio that is the problem, but maybe it is just the rain.
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