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kerble wrote:

burun wrote:A group of EA posters discussed, briefly, who the hottest EA boy is.

I bet one dollar that I made it into this discussion.

Send one (1) dollar to me post-haste.

We don't think crackheads are cute.

[hides ugly face in shame]

or does the second bet even us out, Jodi?

kerble wrote:or does the second bet even us out, Jodi?

I honestly don't remember. I was all hopped up on gelato and cannoli.

We did agree that you are the best Michael McDonald impersonator.

[looks at trophy, nods head]

I was driving behind a pick up truck today. There were a few bumper stickers on it including two philadelphia eagles stickers and a sticker with two confederate flags on it. I was confused why a guy would have a sticker with confederate flag stickers on it while pledging allegiance to a sports team based in the north, particularly in a northern city with such a storied revolution and civil war history.

Then I got a little closer and became far more confused. The sticker with the two confederate flags said "you should see my work truck"

I don't know what confederate flags have to do with a work truck. Unless it's some sort of Lynch-Mobile.

I slept 10 or 11 hours last night and am again up at 6:30, waiting for the restaurant to open. Yesterday, breakfast BURNT MY FACE OFF. It was really, really good, but - wow. Ow.

Seriously: I'm out of Bangkok.

Yup, I walked around and got lost in markets where I was the only honky in sight. The smells were incredible (so delicious) and then, suddenly, I spied the river through the back of someone's shop. The only ways I found out were to backtrack my steps - I'm sure there are multiple entrances somewhere, but fuck if I could figure it out.

Yeah, I figured out the metro on my sore-footed way home.

I also became addicted to this freaky looking little red spiny fruit that is SO FUCKING GOOD. My first introduction was when I was talking to a young girl at a shop and she offered me a bite of hers. The inside looks like bloated rotten garlic cloves; I was skeptical, but she smiled and then laughed when my face exploded with rapture. I have now bought many more by slobbering, panting, pointing and throwing my wallet at the nice ladies selling the damn things.

Yeah, I had some nice interactions. Sure, people tried to scam me but I am a smart cookie.

And yeah, I went to a massage at a nice spa - one that loudly proclaimed no sex tourism. Uh huh. Some Japanese dude was getting a "dirty massage" and I could hear it and it made the previous cool vibe b/w my masseuse and me weird because I'm that girl and she's this girl - and we both knew that, even though she's only 18, she's never getting out of there. There are girls working the street who look down at the ground when they see me and I hate that. My life is so different from theirs and it makes my heart hurt.

Out.

Of.

Here.

All my best, off to somewhere - anywhere - else.

I have made best friends with a cat in the lobby of my building. She is orange and doesn't like the name Mr. Pickles. Now I can't go anywhere, really just because she won't get off my lap and she does this great trilling purring thing. Fuck.

Finally got the cat to start ingesting food again. It's such a relief to see him eat. He's been starving for days (about a week now) and hasn't been able to eat anything because of an upset stomach. For awhile there he was even puking after drinking water.

I'm feeding him small quantities of Gerber's puree chicken baby food several times a day and giving him Pepcid AC until his stomach is strong enough to handle regular cat food again.

I finished teaching a Spring session course in June, and I began work this week on a construction crew, renovating the stands at the Hastings Park raceway in east Vancouver. From the roof, we have a great view of the Ironworkers Memorial Second Narrows Crossing (to the east) and Grouse Mountain and The Lions peaks (to the west).

Today, one of the carpenters, Miko, commenting on how "fucking tight" the asses of the horse jockeys are.

There's only guys on the track right now, I said.

Miko: Fuck you.

Me: No, Seriously. Those are dudes. But, yeah, they're in great shape. Super tight.


Over lunch, my foreman, Angelo, and I watched an osprey circle above the pond in the center of the track.

I also carried a lot of plywood up a lot of stairs today and helped build the floor of some pricey box seats with (goddamn fucking) cheap Chinese screws and Washington lumber.

Near the end of the day, suffering from droopy drawers and no belt, I ripped the entire front quarter of my jeans out hopping onto a platform. I bused downtown and walked home with half my pants gone.

You can see the track here.