as of one week ago, fred fucking meyer was still shilling michael jackson merchandise. modern culture is so fucking hypocritical. i will always have fond memories of wandering chicago and hearing "billie jean" and "rock with you" blaring out of open car windows every time i stopped at an intersection. other than that, fuck it.
i predict this shall be the next 'architectural' casualty of downtown seattle. it was impossible to get a better angle; the alleyway is barricaded by construction fence. this motel shares a block with top pot donuts and a vacant lot where the dollar movie theater with the wacky orange roof and sticky floors used to be. i loved that theater. i think i saw 'pulp fiction' there once.
the cafe i'm at went from steve miller to the magnetic fields. i received a luxurious 90 minute massage in my lair as modest mouse's 'the fruit that ate itself' played 4 times on repeat. walked downtown in the mugginess, ate free caramel popcorn, read a trashy magazine, watched a photo shoot of some skateboard company. 'tis a good day.
i often wonder how i can even contemplate living anywhere else. but after all, there is time for everything. opportunities are rampant if i remember to pay attention.
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A pirate walks into a bar, and he's got a steering wheel sticking out of his pants. The bartender sees him and asks, "Hey, what's that steering wheel doing there?" The pirate says, "Aaarrrr, it's driving me nuts."
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