Tonight as I walk home from my sister’s place I am sort of spooked (she lives less than two blocks away,and my building shares the same alley that her & her hubby’s rented duplex is on). I moved from the East Side of St. Paul to South St. Paul and even though my new neighborhood is at LEAST a hundred years old and it is DEFINITELY safer than my old one (TRUST me, I used live in the Ghet-TOHH), I’m very aware of myself, so solitary and yet feeling so strange as I’m walking up the sidewalk leading back to my apartment, just trying not to walk through too many of the leaves that had been blown everywhere and are now lying all over the place. I must’ve subconsiously did that in order to not attract too much attention…
Maybe I was just a little paranoid and I guess maybe because it was close to ten and maybe also because the street I live on could do with a bit more lighting, or maybe because when I rounded the corner, a cat leaped from out of nowhere and ran off in a hurry, which startled me a tad. Plus I felt like every car that drove by was occupied by a freak at the wheel which was not hard to imagine, since almost every car’s headlights nearly blind you during your journey and you hope the driving stranger isn’t some ‘Buffalo Bill’-type serial killer…jeez, It just gives me that feeling of being afraid I’d get caught dead in my tracks by those car headlights, like a damned deer in the woods, haha.
Soooo glad it’s gonna be Friday tomorrow, and I’ll not waste a minute being loudly joyous about it, so whoever decides that my bitching about it not being Friday yet makes me a big ‘ol dork; they can bite me, ’cause I just don’t give a rip…I just demand my weekend. The kind of week it’s been so far, I’m determined that if tomorrow was Tuesday, I was gonna call in sick or dead or something…it sometimes just gets to be too much. Gosh darnit, it’s WAAAYY past my bedtime…gotta run.
Wise words for today
“A conclusion is the place where you got tired of thinking.”

This is the total eyesore of a beauty salon across the street from The Coop. Yes, those are christmas lights, which
Ever hear the quip about a man’s car being an extension of their manhood? This must be