Archive for October, 2010

Witch hat: Check.

Black trench coat: Check.

Black-and-orange thigh-high stockings: Check.

Black hair / pale skin: Check.

Crazy, whiny, screamy black dog: Check.

Crazy owner smoking and muttering to herself: Check.

Scariness factor: 8/10.

I didn’t consider how odd I looked at all until I noticed out of the corner of my eye a man standing still on the street, holding back his St. Bernard/sheepdog/some breed inferior to labs, waiting for us to be on our way. The rub is that I wasn’t in one of those chintzy costume-store dresses and full makeup. I probably looked like one of those chicks who calls herself wiccan and actually thinks she’s a witch. My dog’s yelping with excitement that she was finally going outside probably suggested I perform animal sacrifices as well.

Well, I don’t. You have to go two blocks over to the Central District for that.

I think I have found the single worst thing on earth to do when you have a stomach ache: Rinse out a jar of mayonnaise. It’s not hard to guess how I found this out. It was so gross it actually made me laugh and I felt better for a few seconds.

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, bat stars!

Also…

I love it, too. :-)

The days are getting shorter though, so my love/hate relationship with the area may be eclipsing soon.

“You’ve done a lot for someone who’s only 29. I want to see you again as soon as possible.”

It’s always nice to hear, but less so from a psychiatrist.