yesterday i worked a little late, and then mouse and i went on a walk in clark park.
clark park is the park in our neighborhood where they have farmer's markets, a little kid's larp, some outdoor fests, and big flea markets. plus, it has the world's only statue of charles dickens is- dickens made it very clear in his will that he never wanted a state or monument to him erected, and someone made this as a gift for his family without knowing that and his son got PISSED, so it sorta got lost in shipping crates for years until it made its way here and apparently we don't give a fuck about the last wishes of charles dickens
we were going to SIT in the park but we got started late so we just did a few laps and i explained some urban dictionary type gross sex stuff to mouse (when i was in california i kept saying 'carl's jr' sounded like a gross urban dictionary chest-pooping thing, so i looked up "hot carl" and um. it's like one of the worst things my brain knows now. don't look it up !) and he told me about a no-grunting gym in south philly. also he told me about his gimmick suggestion for the uh, dodgeball team he's on- the baseball furries.
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this is gonna be a neat weekend, maybe. i'm sort of bummed because there's a cool thing at laurel hill cemetery that jeanne is going to, but it's tomorrow and not sunday like i thought ! which means mouse can't go, and also i have a car reserved to do my grocery shopping and errands and stuff and it's important that i stick to that junk for ED stuff.
but saturday night i'm going to mouse's mom's with him to meet his new nephew, scott the baby, and on sunday i think jeanne is coming over and we're going to try to make sweet potato salad (we got the idea yesterday and were like, 'oooooooo'-ing at each other. roasted sweet potatoes, green onions, and maybe some kind of honey mustard vinaigrette? something with lemon? not sure what herbs would go with that).
oh yeah. hey. how do you wear stockings without getting a run in them? i wore them today to dress KIND OF nice for work and i ripped the knee on my way in and now i basically look like ramona quimby. i will end this entry with some important facts about me..
important facts about me
- i made it through the 90s without ever hearing "send me on my way" by rusted root or "laid" by james
- i don't have stereoscopic vision
- in the late 90s, i was interviewed by planned parenthood for their teen website about ONLINE JOURNALS (because i've been doing this since 1997 before "blogging" was invented !). that isn't interesting, but the guy who interested me did production and electrical work on the phantasm movies !
- i have eaten rattlesnake before. it's sort of like turkey neck, but it tastes like a snake smells. D:
p.s. big ups to the ladies in my community whose efforts to get the band drunkdriver to stop touring with a rapist were successful, and the dudes who supported us. despite seeing a bunch of men say a bunch of vile shit about rape and rape victims in the process, i was extremely heartened that the ladies never backed down and that some dudes actually are vocal feminist allies (and not the type who agree with us in private but won't stand up for us in public because he doesn't want to upset his bros).
