I'm walking the dog and he's found the last green thing on Mission Street to piss on.

bartender, your dog scares me

What?

He doesn't smile.

I glare at her. what an idiotic thing to say, but my mid-western sweet girl kicks in, the one that should say something to get me kicked out of the bar, which instead says.

I guess he just needs to know you.

I just feel like being mad

The kind of raging mad that only super heroes and old friends can stand up against. Kali has nothing on me tonight. Screaming would only make me sound like a lunatic, going for the throat now that's where I am, fight or die. I want to see someone fight for themselves, fight me back, and tell me how wrong I am.

I am so wrong

this is the shit I'd save for blog B: don't tell a soul.

I don't like it here

I don't like tofurkey

I don't like the waves hello across the street

hippie aggression looks something like roadrage in a dirty 83' Volvo station wagon waiving fists and wafting Patchouli on the Bay bridge going 5 miles per hour.

Just shut up!

Introduction to the finest human on the planet. One would have very large hands used to maim tofurkey munching, no-time-to-talk-I'm-on-my-way-to-my-palites-class, in my classic Volvo, which I won't wash because it waists water (no I've heard that excuse before). This mandiblely endowed person would live in the Inner Sunset, because hey I just decided tonight, that there are good places to eat in the sunset, and I like the park. Partner in crime should be able to convince me to walk past the velvet ropes of the Rocopolco in stilettos, skintightjeans and a gold chain with a diamond studded charm which says caliente!. Yeah, why not.
My concentration is waining, you are not responsible for this, but you may witness the outcome. [Concentration may resemble "the essence of Gelfling" corked in a bottle. ]
It's getting late, how do I say this.
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The last nice thing anyone's said to me is, "don't bore me".