Remember how I was wondering how things ended up where they did? Well, I had a thought this morning regarding the shoes by the side of the road. I was walking through an alley and I saw a sock and shoe and I heard an ex-boyfriend's words in my head, "Baby, please be careful or you're going to lose a shoe one of these days." That was his way of telling me not to get hit by a car, since it seems that, most of the time, when a body gets hit my a car with enough force, they always lose a shoe. See, I have this bad habit of marching across the street like a polar bear crossing penguins, thinking, fuck them if they don't stop. So far I've been okay, but the people close to me are always a bit nervous about my little habit. Assuming all of that is true then that would explain the shoes by the side of the road. People getting hit by cars. It's not nearly as interesting anymore.

have you ever been knocked down by a wave and then, when you've barely crawled up to your knees, another one comes along and wipes you out? Well, i have a friend who this keeps happening to and given the current emotional climate for a lot of folks I thought I would like to put it out there for anyone else. Hold tight, stand strong as best you can and remember to breathe.

I hope it's not contagious...

My coffee maker is sick. It threw up grinds and half brewed coffee all over the stove. I forced it to show up for work though, by pouring it through a second filter into my cup. I don't recommend it.

Who loves tacos?

So here in L.A. there was an ordinance passed a while back that forbid our beloved taco trucks from staying in one place for more than an hour. Said ordinance has been over turned. The L.A. Times, our joke of a local paper, has the article here.

It cites business owners who said that their customers are being driven away and that they are on the "brink of bankruptcy". Maybe someone should tell them that, if they are losing business to a roach coach, the problem might just be their crummy food and not the little people just trying to make a living.

What is it with lesbians and kelly clarkson? More specifically, what is it with lesbians and "Since U Been Gone"? It seems like everytime there is a large congregation of lezzies and that song comes on they go ape shit and jump up and down and scream along. I downloaded the song for research and I just don't get it. I even put it on in my living room and jumped up and down and did my best to go ape shit but really was just kind of, "eh". Maybe there is something I'm missing. I put it on to the car and sang along, yes the words have been burned into my brain. A girl at the office where I used to work loved it and would play it on repeat through out the day. I wanted to stab myself in the face and secretly hoped that every cd, album and ipod containing that song would simultaneously get hit by a bus. Again, I don't get it. yes, its catchy and angsty and poppy and, though I no longer want to stab myself in the face when I hear it, (secretly I even enjoy it from time to time) it does not drive me to scream and dance. Please explain.

 I wonder how things end up where they do. I mean, what is the logic behind when, why and where someone decides to throw a random object?  For example, I was behind a bush the other day and I looked down to see a pair of child's pink sandals and a back pack and canvas bag. I would assume that these things took their trip beyond the bush together, but one can never be sure. Of course, the way my head works, I immediately thought that some poor child had probably been kidnapped and the perpetrator stashed the evidence behind the bush. Maybe I should lay off the late night law and order...

Then there are the shoes that live on the side of the road. We've all seen them. They are there, sad and lifeless, wondering what happened. You can almost see their little eyelets turning around, thinking, "Hey, what happened to my foot?" Is there a matching person out there going, "Hey, what happened to my shoe?" Or did they make a conscious decision that it would be a super idea to take off their shoe and throw it out the car window? Something along the lines of, "you know, I'm kind of over this left shoe, I think I will drop it on the road, maybe someone else will want it"? 

Then there was the time I found one gold painted sneaker and one gold sandal on the mailbox. I'm thinking this was a case of someone attempting art, though I never could figure out the statement.  Any ideas?

and so he did. Click here to read capt. pink pants' post.