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today was zesty. a saucy-walk sort of day. no reason. it started off marginally: frequent trips to the loo (that no one wants to read about) kept me lair-bound for much of the morning. then i decided to drive to everett. i have never actually been in the town itself. i have neglected the areas north of seattle in general. now i know why. everett is a hillier tacoma, which is not a compliment. the downtown area seemed pretty quaint, with stately old brick buildings mingling with overly ambitious arenas, but the outlying areas were overrun with low-slung '70's strip malls and houses with trash-filled yards. i took a wrong turn and ended up in a field of tall yellow grass by the port, semi trucks on my ass. it was spitting rain. even the occasional bright spashes of paint seemed grey.
returned to seattle, thinking that king county is the only refined area here, until i recalled the horse-sodomized man who ended up dying from a perforated colon. that was in king county. enumclaw, which sounds like what it is, but still. gary ridgeway, the green river killer, was from king county also. and ted bundy. so fuck it. washington is a rather creepy, backwards place overall. don't even get me started on how peculiar the east side of the state is.
so i was waiting for a bus in ballard tonight and look up to see a woman i worked with at emerald city, the ER in seattle. we were good friends when i lived here. when i was whinging a few posts ago about how no one's probably here anymore, boo-hoo, she was one of the people i thought of. we hugged. rode the bus to downtown together. made tentative plans to get together in a couple weeks. "you made my day" i told her. a lot of my recent stressors are unraveling on their own accord. it is a fucking nice feeling.
'dear mr fantasy' is playing. traffic is a great band. this is a song that would be equally appropriate for driving, wallowing, seducing, and laughing. how many other songs like that are there, really?