But I shouldn't be posting from the grind too often anyway, right?
Sigh...we're off to the doctor for baby visit #2..more news about that later...have a good humpday!
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This is a miniblog, mostly filled with tiny mobile posts and pictures of the stupid stuff I wind up seeing as I traverse the earth. Also, if I have an Idea that I just HAVE to share (sort of like a virulent virus, but with more funny) It'll come through here...
But I shouldn't be posting from the grind too often anyway, right?
Sigh...we're off to the doctor for baby visit #2..more news about that later...have a good humpday!
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I am not an artist. I just want to paint a damn chair. But sadly, I too have a vision, after all my efforts in trying to avoid it, and I am starting to care about my stupid green chair.
This isn't what I signed up for. I'm not supposed to care about the stupid chair, I'm not supposed to see these grand visions of what the chair could be, adorned with color and style and grace.
I'm not supposed to still like it with the added pressure of giving a damn...
Lord help me, but I do...
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Cbabi said to me 'thats a nice green you've got there.'
Yes. Yes it is.
What is the final goal? I still haven't the foggiest notion but I might go to Hobby Lobby for few supplies and some wild ideas that I can steal.
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Bimbo tourist #1: Anyway, so when he pulled it out of me it made this farting noise, and I know it wasn't a fart because it didn't smell, and... It was just really embarrassing.
Bimbo tourist #2: Quip.
Bimbo tourist #1: What?
Bimbo tourist #2: A quip. The farting noise, it's called a 'quip.'
Bimbo tourist #1: Oh, they have a name for it? Wow.
Bimbo tourist #2: Oh, totally. It happens to a lot of people.
Stranger: Um, that's not right.
Bimbo tourist #2: Excuse me, sir?
Stranger: No, it's 'queef.'
Bimbo tourist #2: Wait, what?
Bimbo tourist #1: I think he's saying his name is 'Queef' or something.
Bimbo tourist #2: Oh, sorry. Excuse me, Queef?
Stranger: No... Oh, lord. The sound, it's 'queef.'
Bimbo tourist #2: Who's a 'queef?' What's going on?
Bimbo tourist #1: I think he's one of those crazy subway guys you hear about. I think he's telling us he's gay.
Stranger: I can hear you, and I'm not... What? That's 'queer,' you ingrate!
Bimbo tourist #1: Here's some money for you, sir. Buy your boyfriend a nice grocery cart or something.
Stranger: What?! Does it look like I'm homeless to you? I'm wearing fucking YSL over here... I ain't queer and I ain't homeless. You ignorant, you skinny, Paris Hilton-wannabe whores. All I was saying to you was that when your sleazy-ass friend over here pulled her boyfriend's dick out of her STD-ridden pussy, the word...
Bimbo tourist #1: I'm not following... Is he speaking Cockney or something?
Bimbo tourist #2: I don't know. Are you allowed to mace crazy hobos?
Stranger: ...I'm not fucking crazy!
Bimbo tourist #2: Of course you aren't, sir.
Passenger: Oh, shut your mouth, both of ya, or I'm gonna whoop both your scrawny asses, you hear?
Stranger: Thank you. All I was saying was...
Old lady: Ah, hell no! Can't you see this conversation has gone past anyone in this damn subway's comprehension? Know when to drop it, brother. Know when to drop it.
Bimbo tourist #2: [Mouthing] Oh my god.
Bimbo tourist #1: I know. That was intense.
Stranger, muttering to himself: ... Last time I ever take a subway... Unbelievable shit I put up with... Fucking Civics... Unreliable fuckers...
--L train