paintedbat

there is a large black lady standing a few doors down from me yelling at people across the street.
random, pointless things that she feels ever so strongly about.
i just heard her say:
they have it at the mall down the road, so if you are looking for it you should go there! hello! THEY HAVE IT AT THE MALL! YOU HAVE TO GO TO THE MALL! TRUST ME! THE MALL!
her laughter is causing my head to hurt and the fact that it sounds like she has been talking into a mega phone for the past hour is making me wish she would stumble onto the street and get hit by the ice cream tuck that is competing for volume.
my ass. you can just (something unclear) my ass. you got that boy? don't tell me to shut up. i'm not in your house. kiss it then. kiss it. kiss it. kis it. kiss it.
as far as i can tell she is just standing out on the sidewalk talking to herself and anyone that walks by.
it is only just past noon.

it just goes on and on.

i think i'll make a new play list on my ipod. although i'm always nervous plugging my ipod into my computer since it likes to eat music.
but a new play list would be nice and i can pretend i am still here: