I don't have a lot of fascinating, moving or brilliant things to say. So, in lieu of that I just wanted to vent.
Liz and Heather and Marie and I used to vent, and it was very freeing.
Vent number one: the two stoned guys on the bus today that swayed dangerously every turn, and were about to fall on top of me, that kept talking about just being released from the military, wanted free cigarettes, and were yelling about a military duffel bag and who took it? Yeah. That was weird. And sad.
Vent number two: Please don't read this if you have a dog and live in the city - deal? A) I get not wanting to leave your dog's poop on other people's lawns. B) I'm grateful, really grateful there are people who care. But...when I see people out walking their dogs, carrying around their dog's poop something within me says, "why? why do I live in a world where this is normal?"
Vent number three: There are really, really, really amazing women out there. And I wonder where the men are who deserve them. What happened, when, and why. (No vent number two and three are not on the same level of ventiveness.)
That's all folks.