Strange kind of just another day of these day's strangeness
Seems like social events are just getting stranger lately. Maybe it's all the same and I'm just seeing things different. Maybe the world is really going to end on 6/6/06. It's probably just that I'm sober these days. Maybe a bit off all of them except maybe the world is ending part unless some deity thinks that we have such a fucking good calendar that it uses it to keep appointments.
Bumped into an old friend who I haven't seen in years tonight. We went back to her place to watch a bit of TV and catchup on everything. Interesting townhouse. Full of female devil statues, fetish artwork, the cleanest neatest place that I think I've ever seen in my life. A lot of stuff in a small townhouse all arranged with meticulous care. It was all very tasteful and very interesting. Seems my friend is living with someone who is very anal about neatness though.
Anyway her little dog begins shitting all over the place. I mean a lot of shit and its is just like going to every spot and laying a really dreadful smelling pile of shit. Then she starts stepping in it and getting it really spread around. She is freaking out because in addition to the ever spreading wasteland of stinky shit the woman who she lives with, the woman who has probably even has arranged the little bit of dust that might still remain, is soon to be home to her dog shit covered home. I decide that it's time for me to go home so I stand up and also manage to step into a pile of dog shit. I went into the kitchen to wash dog shit off of my shoe and make a quick exit before the home owner got home to find her townhouse covered in shit that has now spreading into the kitchen too. The smell was unbelievable. Never did get caught up in old times. I would like to meet the woman who owns the townhouse and has such an interesting taste in artwork.
Got my car fixed today sort of.
Car place calls me to tell me that I need a new batter tray/hold down, which I knew was broken actually, and that they can't get the part until Monday so I will not have a car this weekend. I ask why can't you just give me the car back without a battery holder and I'll stuff an old sneaker in there? The guy seems mystified that I would want an unfinished car back plus why would I want to pay an extra hour of service to have it put in next week.
I'm now driving a perfect running corvette with one of my old sneakers stuffed next to the battery and side of the battery compartment. I do need to take it in next week to have the battery thing put back in and get my painting sneaker back.
