The summer I was in San Luis Obispo, my friend and I were waiting for a bus, and this guys comes up to us and asks, with huge deep breaths at each pause, "Would you marry ... and have children with ... an aging hippie ... from the Woodstock ... era?" We both declined.
My one sister is a very big girl. She will get the occasional lewd "
DAAAAAMMMN GIRL
" from homeless/possibly homeless guys, construction workers, guys making a fuss, etc. who follow her down the street for a while and make complimentary noises about her butt. The best ever, was in San Francisco where a guy loudly announced:
Damn, Girl. If I weren't gay
and
homeless, I would marry you...
Which, so tragic and ill-fated and all. It's practically an Austen novel... if only he weren't gay
and
homeless...
If this was like, any other time, I'd be super annoyed, but right now? While I'm already half broken? It seems insurmountable.
That is utterly ludicrous, Allyson. Esp given the different case numbers I'd try Perkins suggestion first. It could be a mix-up.
I can't believe Franny is still awake. She must be comatose.
I can't believe Isaac is almost 3!! Egad, I have to plan his party.
Allyson,
can you email me a copy of the letter you just got, along with your case number? If I have time tomorrow or the next day (and I should), I'll call.
In a random note I really want a barn right now so I can have see owls and possibly bats... just not have to clean up after them (I can see the bats and hear the owls outside now).
Dude, Perkins, you are just made of win.
Thanks, Perkins. I'll scan it when I get to work in the morning because my scanner is being a jackhole.
I printed out copies of the canceled check, and am putting together all of my paperwork.
Seriously??? Allyson, I'm so sorry. They suck. Perkins, OTOH, rocks like a rocking thing.
Clearly this is a sign that you need to move to Pasadena or Glendale or Burbank where we can thumb our noses at LA proper and tell them to fuck off.
you know, the beach cities are nice, too.
That reminds me of living on the south side of Minneapolis, where the panhandlers urinate on your bushes and then pass out from drinking too much generic mouthwash. Or the hookers give blowjobs on the porch of the house next door.
First apartment in MSP, I lived next to a county rehab facility and up the block from a couple crackhouses. Happy fun times. But rent was cheap!!
Living in the Haight, I don't think I've gone a single day in 22 years without being panhandled
I could see that. Damn hippies.
Speaking of SF - all Bayistas know to stay the hell away from the Embarcadero tomorrow, right? Unless you're planning on protesting the torch run (in which case, awesome)?
Allyson, I'm sorry you have to deal with all this extra crap.
