Walked in from work today and discovered sweet little Gracie left me presents (read: vomit) allllllll over the living room wood floor. Ick. I think someone *cough-mom* gave her people food. Just sayin. She's so good, though...never on carpets or furniture. Poor pup. Anyway, cleaned it and headed to the dumpster with some other trash...including a small area rug I'd rolled up awhile ago.
Saw random homeless man standing near dumpster. With my intimidating arm muscles getting shaky from the 80lb (whatever, it felt like it) rug, I opted to just walk up to the dumpster and throw my trash in. I walked up and said hello (still pretty far from him) and smiled...and he turned toward me slightly...and that's when I realized he was likely peeing behind the dumpster. I didnt look, but knew immediately something down THERE was NOT zipped up. *nervous cringe*
He said "Are you done with that carpet?" I politely said "Yes." (not looking at him and starting to walk away). He then laughed...heartily...and said "You've been throwing away carpets all week!" That's when I realized he wasn't quite right and immediately went inside after stammering something like "uh..yeah...". (Yes, friends, that's when I realized it. Not about 20 seconds earlier when normal people would have realized)
My "neighbors" are so....eclectic.
(Here's where I reiterate that I really don't live in a bad part of town).
Things I enjoy about this area of town: the roads are small. I enjoy freaking people out who are obviously unfamiliar with the roads and are hugging one side or the other of the lane, likely about to have a heart attack. I mean...I dont think some ppl breath the whole time I'm passing them. It makes me giggle.
So, while I'm on the subject, this area is cute, has history, blahidy blah...but what most places around here DONT have...is STORAGE. Personally, I have two closets. TWO. In case you didnt already guess, neither of those closets is exactly a walk-in. During the trip to Dallas, I got some fun storage boxes at Ikea and assembled tonight. :) Oddly, I havent filled any of them yet b/c I'm waiting to determine what makes the cut. Oh, fabulous storage boxes, I will not use you haphazardly! I'm blogging about boxes. Wow. Thanks for voting earlier. I dont know whether he'll watch it or not..haha.. But, I wanted to have a poll. I should start doing a poll every Thursday. *affirmative nod* It shall be done. Oh yeah, Lost Diary this week is posted!
Happy (Good) Friday everyone! :) I kinda wanna dye Easter eggs, but I have no real reason to have a bunch of pastel eggs laying around and don't eat hardboiled eggs...If I get bored this weekend, it might happen anyway. Funniest Easter memory: mom n dad hid eggs in backyard. One was under a plastic wheelbarrow I had. I guess I didnt find it...and mom forgot it was there...til sometime in May when the odor clued us in. It was a blackish-grey color. I think my mom gagged. Note to parents: remember where you hide the eggs if you hide real ones. ;)
2 comments:
Where in midtown are you, exactly? I grew up in midtown- 51st and Harvardish- I'll admit the area has gone WAAAAY downhill since I lived there, but I don't recall that we ever had any homeless people around. Weren't they all downtown? Although I find that somewhat hysterical... living in a city now where EVERY neighborhood, no matter how nice, has it's share of homeless folk... and then I think, wow, how much would it suck to be homeless in Tulsa? It gets so cold there, and hot... if I were going to be homeless, I would for sure find a way to at least be homeless in L.A. And yes, this is something I have not only thought about, but discussed with my friends. Geez. OH! I have those same Ikea boxes! Green ones and red ones... Sammy's stuff is in the red ones and I have all my diaries and journals in one of the green ones and all of my TU theatre production VHS tapes in the other. Haha. Wow. ;)
I want green boxes!!! Love those!!
Dye eggs, it's therapeutic and then you can give the eggs to the homeless...lol
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