I hate

having to ask questions through another question.

Like

Oh are you allergic to something? when I really want to ask, 'who the fuck busted your eye that its so swollen?'

Especially when her kids are right next to her.

What the fuck is this?

Me: (Black 27 y/o female) I took my car to the shop
Man:(Black, white, Asian, Latino, Biracial aged 10-110 MALE) What was wrong with your car?
Me: I needed a new alternator belt
Man(no car experience whatsovever, chest puffed out like a puffin) What kinda car you got?
Me: 98 Civic LX
Man: How much you pay him
ME:75 dollars
Man: Hmm i would have done it for 40(yeah the fuck right)

Man 2: (Same description) How much you pay to have that done
ME: 40 dollars
Man 2: You paid waaaay too much- I would have doe it for you for 20 dollars (like i would have let him near my car in the first place)

Man 3: How much he charge you to fix that alternator belt?
ME: Well she did it for free
Man 3: Free- naw if you'd have let me do it, I would have done it for free and thrown in a free flush...


...you cant win

bad poetry (and Im stuck)

Today
is cold
and the patrons are
special.

Monday- where did my weekend go?

Ortho

The end is in sight. At least until February. Today I went to the ortho, to repair a bracket that saw the loosing end of a battle with a caramel apple. While there, the ortho changed the mangled wire that was cutting into my tongue and put a semi permanent retainer to make sure my gap would never re-appear.

And now I cant speak. I already mumble but my words are even less coherant than before. I wonder how long this will last.

Perhaps

I've had this 'roomy' for 2 months. Now i'll admit its been strange, probably for the both of us, exacerbated by our mutual social awkwardness.
Roomy, in the last two months, has never really been one to say hello, preferring her hellos and goodbyes be the sound of her key turning in the lock. It used to bother me, then gradually i stopped expecting an acknowledgment. When I did say hello, I did so with a haste and she begrudgingly offered up some grumbled response like haveagoodday.

On paper(i.e. emails) we seemed compatible roommates, but I was beginning to think that we werent. We moved through the days like 2 icebergs, careful not to bump into each other, not sure which one would thaw out first. I'd ask her off the wall questions which she succinctly answered. She never asked questions, just answered them and occasionally displayed her more solicitous side via an email.

So imagine my surprise when on my way outside to the car i passed my assiduous roommate on the couch. She stopped typing, looked up and said a soft but sincere 'hey'. I stopped, turned, not sure if I was hearing things. She looked at me like she sometimes does, out the corner of her eye and slightly amused grin.

Maybe this might work out after all.

A cold rainy day I decide I want to write again. Its election day and I'm not interested in voting. And because I didnt fill out the paper work when I moved, i'm still registered over in Candler Park. A whole 2 miles from where I live. I will vote, my cynical self still remembers footage from Black people being hosed down on their way to the polls.

Chris is on her way to China. I hope she has big fun. I'm so excited for her. Even if we did break up.

Are you smarter than a fifth grader?

Ms. G.
Little sis has her own classroom. Its tall, wooden with large windows. Sunshine pours in and fills the room, shining light on the colorful posters posted throughout the room. It looks like Kara's 5th grade notebook. A real life Lisa Frank room. I laugh. Only thing missing are the JTT pictures from Tiger Beat.

The magic of a 5th grade teacher. They still believe you live in the school. They still believe your life revolves around them. They tell you things excitedly like its the most important thing in the school.

She has a sister?