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The Orange Kazoo : 09/12/2004 - 09/19/2004

Wednesday, September 15, 2004


Are You Working???

I have a great story to post about today. Yesterday, Bryn and I were walking back from a day of New College and we had to take this questionable street. I was really freaking out, but I was sure I was overreacting. That is, until a short Hispanic man who looked very intoxicated stopped us. At first we couldn't understand what he was saying, but then we were able to make out, "Are you working?" Bryn obviously understood what the man was implying but I did not, and as we were walking away, he grabbed by hand. I sort of shook it a little bit and he used this opportunity to grope by boobs. What?! What?! HE WAS ASKING IF WE WERE PROSTITUTES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was so offended. I've never been so violated in all my life. Then I wondered exactly how much money I could make if I WAS "working." Then I appreciated his suggestion. But if you know me, and many of you do, tell me, is there something that just screams, "This girl is a prostitute!"? I wear glasses for Christ's sake. Have you ever seen a prostitute with glasses and a backpack? Like that's where I keep my pop tent for quickies? Jeez...
Anyway, I guess I haven't updated on Myuko in awhile. She's been sick lately because last week she went to a party and didn't get in until 9 the next morning. She's also been bringing her Japanese friends into the room a lot more. We don't have much in common.
Until next time, keep kazooin', pals!

Monday, September 13, 2004

Sorry! I've been so busy! Since the last time I've had many classes at New College. Some of them I like, some of them I'm just a bit too much of a hippycrite for, you know?
But let me tell you about this concert. Michael Franks rocked my planet yesterday! That man is so gorgeous and old...and awesome. Just the thought of him makes me want to go by The Leather Tongue-a pronographic video store down the street from my school.
We spent the entire day up there and since it was an outdoor concert, of course, I'm majorly sunburned. You see, I refuse to wear sunscreen because it's just wrong, man. I'm black for Christ's sake...it SHOULD be one the benefits, right? We've got the ability to dance, our thug culture, Tiger Woods, fried chicken, and the ability to be out in the sun as much as we freaking want. None of those are stereotypes!!! Jeez...
I helped a homeless man celebrate his birthday last week. He was turning sixty and we were talking about it and we sang him "Happy Birthday" together. I gave him a dollar and he asked me for two or three more. It ruined the mood.
I hit someone yesterday. I'm bashful to admit this, but it's true. Yesterday at the concert, Kim and I were bringing our outdoor concert gear back to her car. It was very heavy and we had a long way to go and it was hot and I was sunburned and I hate this city so I was angry already. Then this woman starts dancing to the sounds of Chaka Khan on stage with her husband and was completely blocking the sidewalk. In my frustration, I jabbed her in the ass with the lawn chair I was holding. I know...I know...but she had a huge ass so I don't think she felt it anyway.
Oh...I finally validated my point about the "Real World" by watching the intro episode. It's worse than I thought. Why do they keep getting these generic black chicks with white boyfriends back at home who eventually cheat with someone in the house? Why? But I missed the "Surreal Life" and I'm feeling empty inside. What's a week without Charo? A bad week, that's what.

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