dorkfysh's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- walking and talking Yesterday me and the kid decided to take a stroll down to the Asian Imported Crap store to buy some delicious and oh so very cheap sandalwood soap. This store is wonderful. It's just packed to the rafters with cheap crap. There are big floofy dresses for infants that are encrusted with sequins and silk flowers and have petticoats that stick out for a mile. There are bad knock-off Pikachu wall clocks and seat covers. Giant plastic table fountains depicting mermaids and pandas. Little buddhist monk figurines wearing John Lennon glasses in various wacky poses. Sailor Moon everything. Bizarre toys that make inhuman noises. Those amazing life-like backlit "paintings" of waterfalls with actual sounds of water running and birds chirping (I want one SO bad, but it would only make me feel like I have too pee all the time). A whole wall of slutty stripper underwear and hooker shoes. Incense with scents like "Pussy" and "Black Love". We don't go to this store enough. It's like a swap meet, but better. I found this gorgeous green silk dress that I need to buy for the kid so she will have something dressy to wear when she visits my mom. On our way home we decided to check out the garden and greenhouse that the vocational school had built and ended up getting home down an alley we had never ventured into before. We stopped and talked to a sweet old lady about her flowers and she invited the kid to come over sometime to get some seeds. I'm thinking we might just go over and help her weed sometime. We walked a bit further and noticed that there was something garden-like on the vacant side of the alley. It looked overgrown and abandoned. Upon closer inspection I saw that the only thing growing there was onions. Several blocks of onions. Odd. I wonder if it was once some kind of community garden? It's something we need to look into. The kid loves to get in the dirt and plant stuff. We were almost home when the kid decided to take me over to the golf course. She plays there all the time with a 14 year old girl that lives around the corner. I know the people that work over there don't mind as long as the kids are careful and never go there alone. They play near a pond in the far corner of the course where they keep the piles of sand and black dirt. There are all kids of climbing trees and a weeping willow. It's just the kind of place that I would have loved when I was 10. She told me about all the games they play as she ran on top of the "pile of crap" to plant a stick and claim it for her people. We will have a picnic there one of these days. Then we came home and ate hummus and chips and carrots and bagels and danced like monkeys until it was time for American Idol. We like to make fun of the Mormon girl who sings like a goat. I hope she doesn't get voted off. Isn't the whole point of the show to have someone to mock? 10:45 a.m. - April 16, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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