2005-03-24

There are times when it becomes important to sit out the next round. A circling of the wagons, raising the drawbridge, strategic retreat. I�m sure there are a million other analogies that I could use to explain myself. But the great thing about the internet, I don�t have to.

The coffee shop across the street from my apartment is a strange place. I stop by nearly every morning to pick up something for my walk to Muni. And I�m amazed by the people in there. We all try oh so very hard in this city. Perhaps too much.

I�m all about being cryptic.

So, a lot has gone down in the past year. It�s kind of fun really. Tom Ford left Gucci. Paris Hilton got hacked, and not in the way everyone was expecting. Old Navy commercials scrapped even lower in the barrel than I thought was humanly possible. Which, speaking of the Fisher Family, those new print ads for Banana Republic. They kill me on the inside. A snapshot of what I imagine my perfect life to be. Those postcards? Yeah, still in my suitcase. Walking from my stop to the office I�m reminded every day. It gives me the right aloofness and detachment I suppose. There is nothing quite like disappointment to start off the day.

And I�ve forgotten where I was going with that. Probably nowhere.

I work with a bunch of idiots. I honestly have no idea how these people have lives. The order fulfillment director mumbles through his day, no doubt spending his lunch hours gaping at internet porn. You look at him and think, hrm, he has a large collection of MPEG�s on his computer of titty fucking. I have no real proof of this, it�s just a suspicion. However, I�ve learned to trust such intuition. By far the most annoying coworker is a 3 foot tall admin with delusions of Jersey . I think she watches a lot of bad television and then mimics the attitudes of the prostitutes. There is, sadly, no heart of gold in there however. Unless it was digging. She�s very fond of office drama and manages to thrust herself into the middle of any politicking or muckraking. She�ll swing by my office with whatever tidbit of information she�s managed to scare up. When I�m more comfortable, she�s gone.

My meridian stretch specialist broke up with his boyfriend, got addicted to crack and kind of lost everything. He�s in a treatment program now and is going through the step where they have to right the wrongs or something. Sister and I were laughing about that earlier. He seemed earnest however. I�d probably go back to him. He might be able to hook me up should out of town visitors require something. Or I need a little something something to place in a locker and call an inspection.

Speaking of sister, she is semi retired. She mostly spends her time in Tiburon. Husband�s grandparents died leaving them with a nice down payment for across the bay and so they�ve relocated. Some miniscule bungalow they overpaid for, but hey, it�s not my money. I think she misses the city, but has several clubs that take up her time. And there�s a yard, and a view of the bay. It�s kind of funny that we live closer than ever but now see very little of each other. They are getting the child pressure at the moment, and I�m glad that the focus is there rather than on my own lack of a romantic life. I�m all about the smoke and mirrors.

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