Pulling up to the stop light, I noticed him right away. The gaunt, bent-over frame holding a cardboard sign was hard to miss, especially at the corner of a busy intersection not known for its foot traffic. "Unemployed carpenter. Tired and hungry, " his sign read. From two lanes away, I watched as he poured water from a fast food cup onto his dirty rag and tried to wash away the stickiness of the day from his face and neck.
Suddenly my view was blocked by a sexy silver convertible that pulled into the lane between us. With his music blaring, the driver, a young man with designer shades, turned to glance at the homeless man. Immediately, he turned back to face the front, picked up his iPod, and fiddled with it just long enough for the light to change.
The light finally turned green, and as we both drove away, I was left wanting to somehow right the wrong that didn't really exist.
7.01.2005
6.20.2005
emptiness
Wow. I came home today to find my apartment cleaned out.
Don't panic, I wasn't robbed or anything. My roomate got married on Saturday night (yay! Congratulations!), and today was the last day of our lease together. She's been moving stuff out for a while now, but today it's different. Today, she left the keys.
It's just me again.
It's weird that this is hitting me today as much as it is. She's been slowly spending more and more time with her now-husband, so I've gotten used to having the place to myself, but I guess the presence of someone else's belongings serves as a reminder that someone else gets a say in what hangs on the walls or how loud you can play your music.
I just walked through the whole place. Her room is a completely blank, whitewashed, box of nothingness. Were it not for her handwritten note saying goodbye, you'd be hard pressed to tell she was ever here.
I'm going to miss having her as my roomate. There's just certain things you share with a roomate. The late night talks. Always having someone to check your outfit before you go out. The extra wardrobe. ;) The shared meals (that she cooked :)) over a weekly tv show. The impromptu shopping trips. The person you show off your purchases to. And in our case, the person you share the fact that you are the biggest dork with. :)
To risk sounding cliche, the list goes on and on. But for now, it's just me again.
Don't panic, I wasn't robbed or anything. My roomate got married on Saturday night (yay! Congratulations!), and today was the last day of our lease together. She's been moving stuff out for a while now, but today it's different. Today, she left the keys.
It's just me again.
It's weird that this is hitting me today as much as it is. She's been slowly spending more and more time with her now-husband, so I've gotten used to having the place to myself, but I guess the presence of someone else's belongings serves as a reminder that someone else gets a say in what hangs on the walls or how loud you can play your music.
I just walked through the whole place. Her room is a completely blank, whitewashed, box of nothingness. Were it not for her handwritten note saying goodbye, you'd be hard pressed to tell she was ever here.
I'm going to miss having her as my roomate. There's just certain things you share with a roomate. The late night talks. Always having someone to check your outfit before you go out. The extra wardrobe. ;) The shared meals (that she cooked :)) over a weekly tv show. The impromptu shopping trips. The person you show off your purchases to. And in our case, the person you share the fact that you are the biggest dork with. :)
To risk sounding cliche, the list goes on and on. But for now, it's just me again.
6.03.2005
mispeeled
costumers
I saw this posted in the window of our local Baja Fresh today. Apparently too many people are showing up in their Clark Kent attire demanding to use the facilities.
I would go dressed as a clown complete with the big shoes and the red nose if I thought anyone at the store would laugh. Ok, actually I'm just looking for any excuse to wear the nose. Come on, you know I'd look cute. ;)
5.11.2005
weak
So, I came home tonight and decided I was going to be lazy (ok, this is just my normal state) and warm up a frozen pizza for dinner. Sounds simple, right? Apparently microwave pizzas have become a lot more complicated since the last time I checked. I'm quoting excerpts directly from the box here:
Pull tear strip along edge of carton and peel back top of carton along perforations. Do NOT tear off the top of the carton. Fold top of carton around completely. Silver surface should be facing up, aligned with guide lines shown, creating a microwave crust crisping platform. (See Illustration)
What the...?? Since when did making a frozen meal require a college education? I bet that illustration used to be labeled Figure 5b. And you want to know the worst part? It took twice as long to cook than the box said. I mean all that engineering time they spent in designing the perfect "crust crisping platform" and they misjudged cooking time by at least half?
As Taylor would say, "Weak sauce."
Pull tear strip along edge of carton and peel back top of carton along perforations. Do NOT tear off the top of the carton. Fold top of carton around completely. Silver surface should be facing up, aligned with guide lines shown, creating a microwave crust crisping platform. (See Illustration)
What the...?? Since when did making a frozen meal require a college education? I bet that illustration used to be labeled Figure 5b. And you want to know the worst part? It took twice as long to cook than the box said. I mean all that engineering time they spent in designing the perfect "crust crisping platform" and they misjudged cooking time by at least half?
As Taylor would say, "Weak sauce."
5.05.2005
minutiae
Today is Cinco de Mayo. But even more importantly, it is currently 5:05pm on 05/05/05. Even better would have been if I had posted this at 0505 hrs, but I'm not one to waste precious sleeping time. Oh how easily I am amused.
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