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January 13, 2009 // Posted in !Vent. (Tags: , , , ) |  No Comments

...you gotta do it.

...you gotta do it.

The sausage tube was semi-entertaining this morning. I discovered this woman chatting to herself as if she was whispering to someone. I couldn’t tell if the woman next to her caught on, but she appeared as vapid as Ms. AT&T. Later, I thought she was cooing the baby aboard, but she was caught up in her moment. She so needed to get over herself. Tick or no tick. I moved in closer. At least this wasn’t like last week:
1/7/09
Weird start of a morning, especially at 5:30 AM. Jumped on a wire piece and experienced “minor” difficulties in my approach for hind legs. They’re not “feeling” right. Fifteen hours later, I bullet off to merciful MUNI. I treated myself to the F-Line. I figured a nice quiet scenic route instead of the sausage tube could help me dream storm my latest project. Two incidents erupted at different times, but oddly in the same location. Our first combatants were ushered off at 10th. I almost teared up at the “take your hands off me” part. Volume goes up louder on player and I shielded my face in the window. Less than 10 minutes, in the same location, the Springerettes are throwin’ down for a late night. This gripping visual was more than enough and I passed on the dialogue as my music played on.
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