mrs-roboto's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Head In The Sand Thank you to everyone who offered me support and advice about this. I have decided to be Zen about it and just let it go. BUT I SWEAR IF I EVER SEE THAT ASSHOLE ON THE STREET I WILL SCRATCH HIS EYES OUT!!!! Chances are I'll never see him again. I have this little story I made up in my head about how he's just some fisherman who happened to be in port for the night and how he has nothing to do with Seattle. RDG once referred to Seattle as her new boyfriend. You know, she brags about how big and strong and handsome he is to all her friends. I can't find that entry so you'll just have to trust me. After five years I still feel the same chemistry for the city that RDG describes. When something crappy happens in Seattle, I am like a subservient wife who refuses to see that her spouse is screwing his secretary on the side even though she keeps finding one hour motel receipts and thong panties in the glove compartment of her SUV. Thus Sleazy Man does not live in Seattle but is a transient fish monger. Ahhh, I feel better already. I also like to pretend that the taxpayers all voted to have Safeco Stadium erected and that local government didn't simply ignore our wishes (Background for non- locals: Seattle voters turned down a proposal to hike taxes for a new stadium for the Mariners and repairs to the Seahawks' Kingdome, but a month later city and state officials approved a $320 million plan for the Mariners' park.). I think most Seattlelites turn a blind eye to this sort of thing. It must have something to do with the mountains and the water. It distracts your focus you know? 8:12 a.m. - 2003-03-04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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