Call me Mr. Flinstone

I wanted what she had. Perfectly pressed shorts a white shirt- starched, a black cardigan. She was wearing leather flip flops-- carrying a beach towel and an U.S Weekly.

Or maybe I just want to be in my bed. I spent the greater part of this ride listening to other people's music and this girl... TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT LANGUAGE SHE SPEAKS. Russian... that is my best guess. Not spanish, I know that much. She's cute. I always wanted one of those silly lip rings. It would make my mom cry. So, I won't get one-- and now I'm glad I don't have the scar. I have enough problems around my mustach area.

I want to listen to bad music and eat bad deep fried potato skins. I want to feel sick the next day and call in sick to work. I saw all these young kids get on at Damen. I was jealous of their Vans, and scruffed look. I was jealous of their goals and optimism. I wanted to move to that neighborhood and have BBQs with educated kids and eat vegan hot dogs... and drink a soda water and bitters.

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I left my dog outside today. So help me if he bites someone. So help me. Oh, my wonderful roommate Tom just texted me to say that he put him on the deck. It's so nice to live with someone who is thoughtful. Like last week, other guy Scott, he saw it was starting to rain and he brought my stuff in for me really quick.

A few months ago my clothes were on the line when it started to rain-- and no one brought them in. Not even me.
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This man just got off the train... he was reading what I wrote above. He was listening to loud music. He got to that part, turned down his radio. It was awesome. Made me feel like I had some element of power in my day. When he got off the train, he asked me if my music bothered him... I said no. And kind of got the giggles.

This seemingly thug-a-lishess man cared what I thought. I thought he didn't give a rats hiny. As it turns out he does. He turned down the volume. I can make your bedrock call me mr.flinstone yadda yadda. I heard it playing in his ears. He wanted me to think the best of him.

Good Day. Listening to BB King.