sparkers! so many sparklers!
Things I will never get used to:
- Walking into a public bathroom to find piss under my foot and in little puddles all over the floor only to find the actual squat pot something more horrific.
- The slits in the crotch in all of the toddlers’ clothing around here for better peeing and pooping whenever they need.
- Mine and Cal’s roommates discussing their own poop every morning.
- Not knowing if the poop on the sidewalk is from an animal or human.
- Watching people pick their noses, sometimes with two fingers.
- Watching a child scratch his butt and then sniff his fingers.
- Watching people use these same fingers to handle all the meat sitting out in the open at the grocery store until they find the one that suits their fancy.
- The meat and fish section in the grocery stores.
- Looking at my grocery cart and the person’s grocery cart next to mine and then noticing the child sitting in it has a gaping slit in his crotch.
- Really long pinky fingernails.
a shortened version of the conversation I had with my mom this morning:
me: speaking of fights!!
mom: yeah?
me: yesterday when I was going to the bus stop there was this HUGE LINE.
mom: yea
me: So I get up closer to the front of the line where I would be on the next bus and this girl who was in front of the person in front of me allows two guys her age to cut with her. And I was pissed but I let it slide with just two. I mean I've done it. so then two older men cut with them too. 4 people!!
mom: dont get in trouble in china caitlin!
me: and the woman in front of me was like hey the line is back there or something. and he just shrugged her off so then I tapped him on the back and yelled at him. I counted "ONE TWO THREE FOUR - NO."
mom: do not fight with people in china cailtin!!
me: and he was saying something about how these were the people he came with etc, and I said, "I DONT CARE."
mom: its not worth fighting with people about a damn line.
me: I called him an asshole just as he was probably calling me something. so then a fifth person tries to cut right after that.
mom: you do not know what they are capable of
me: i walked up to him and tapped him on the back and said NO and pointed to the back, which is where he went. Two old men behind me patted me on the back and said good job in english.
mom: be careful.
me: everyone around me was pissed
mom: so let them do the fighting
Yeah, this guy (also known as one of my not-socks). He’s been sitting on my floor for over a month now collecting hair and dust. I realize the cute-coincidence thing has rubbed off a bit by now, but I still probably won’t touch him for some time. Instead, I’ll take a picture and post it on tumblr.
jesus, google weather, a minute ago it was in the 70s and now it’s in the 20s. Do I wear a skirt, or do I not wear a skirt? Make up your mind.
