so today i got tired of being in the box called my house, and went for a walk. i wanted to get some art supplies, but after my 6 mile walk (could have taken the buss just felt like walking) it was closed. took the buss home, at the stop chatted with this older guy. he mentioned state college PA, and iv been around there a few times because my moms friend from college lives there. he said that when he was my age he went on a road trip and Pennsylvania, Colorado and California were the most beautiful states he's seen. i forgotten how beautiful parts of my state were, and that Philadelphia was not the only thing worth seeing. i want to run away some day. iv already spent 19 years of my life here. thats one fourth already if I'm lucky which I'm probably not.
on my way home though, i walked by this troll who was on the phone walking her dogs talking about something trashy, the dogs were all running around full of joy and action all cute and crazy and just as i was about to neel down to pet one she barks at me "HOW BOUT WALKING ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE STREET" i was confused for a second until i realized that she was unhappy that my human presence got her dogs to be dogs and not trained robots on wheals that wont tug her arm a little.
i just stood baffled that someone could be such a bitch to a complete stranger who is doing nothing but walking. fucking animals.
on my way home though, i walked by this troll who was on the phone walking her dogs talking about something trashy, the dogs were all running around full of joy and action all cute and crazy and just as i was about to neel down to pet one she barks at me "HOW BOUT WALKING ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE STREET" i was confused for a second until i realized that she was unhappy that my human presence got her dogs to be dogs and not trained robots on wheals that wont tug her arm a little.
i just stood baffled that someone could be such a bitch to a complete stranger who is doing nothing but walking. fucking animals.
Last night I bought some Wolfgang Puck organic vegetable soup. I thought it was okay, because I have never seen him advertise anything as chunky, but when I opened the can...I found some unidentifiable things floating in it.
I have given up on canned soups.
Being broke helped free me from the chains of a good homecooked meal, although its what I would prefer.