Monday, June 13, 2005 I don't like the new change boxes, either, Mr. Mayor
Today was bus hearing day for Baltimore City, and I didn't even go. What would I have to contribute, other than, "Please, please don't fuck me over. Please don't fuck anybody over. When you're cutting lines altogether and reducing service, do it magically, so as not to ruin anyone's life." I'm being melodramatic, maybe.
If all the buses in Baltimore stopped running tomorrow (no one would notice til the next day, because since when are the busses ever reliable? Everyone would think it was his or her bus alone that had disappeared.), I would be OK. I can walk to work, even though in the summer months the 20 blocks leaves me too disgusting to set foot in the beauty parlor, let alone greet patrons pleasantly in a way that makes them want to cut or color their hair. I could bike, maybe, if I could get my bike down to the shop somehow, and if I didn't pop its fragile tires instantly again like I did last time I took it out.
I have legs, and I'm pretty strong, and I can breathe OK. I can make it. This is not true for everyone. I worry about bus hearing day.
My hair changed again, because today was Monday as well, and it was too hot to move, so fewer people had the urge to go and update their looks for Summer. It's subtle. Like a bonsai tree.
A lady came into the beauty parlor today who reminded me of my Aunt P., whose main method of non-face-to-face communication has evolved from joyful, raucous phone calls to mass e-mail forwards. L@@K!!! HERE IS AN ANGEL FOR TODAY!!!, she'll say. If I'd only followed the procedures she'd outlined and forwarded enough of these out to five or ten friends, I might've avoided years of past unpleasantness. I'm going to write her soon, and she won't write back, because that is not her way, and possibly because at my sister's wedding, she kept making increasingly pointed comments about what was wrong with my life (she was close in some cases, but in others, whoa, seriously, left field!), and I answered these less politely than I could have. I felt bad later, because several times I have called my Aunt P. and told her that some kind of socially unacceptable companion who behaved abrasively and I were going to come and stay in her home, and each time, she welcomed me and my albatross.
HELLO HOW ARE YOU YOU WILL RECEIVE GOOD LUCK STARTING TOMORROW, I'll say in my message.
Not really. Maybe I'll talk about my hair, because that's what it's relevant to mention. posted by Frenzy Lohan | 6/13/2005 07:10:00 PM
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