for now i stand instead of sit on a stool at The Studio at the Apple Store on Fifth Avenue.
and i live in Manhattan. in Chelsea to be exact. But only for now.
i wear the skirt ( i bought two, i am glad) i bought when i first moved here in september. it is a mystery. i will never know the answer. i got off the train today at 5th ave and 53rd street. and there was a thoroughly wet and almost spooge-y spit-like but too big to be spit SPLOTCH as big as a hand on my skirt right over my right thigh... i mean i have no idea. NONE. how it got there. what it was. except gross.
there was a sort of creepy blind man and his dog on the train. he had several magic empty containers attached to him on a belt, maybe...and a dog. the poor dog who has to listen all day long. listen to the blind man who also has a full amp and mic attached to his belt. he was singing Mona Lisa. good lord. all high and not beautiful.
and up and down the car he walks, hand in and out of mystery containers --by all appearances empty, but maybe containing crazy invisible crud that lands on girls. or maybe it was the dog and it slobbered on me, but i had my computer on my lap. so i dont know what i could be.
all i know is now i am at the Apple Store finished with my ProCare appointment but waiting impatiently for my computer to finish copying some files into my Pictures. and i am hungry , with this ugly stain on my skirt and i am going to an acting class tonight in an hour...and i look a mess. one thing that is cool is that i suppose, since i live in the city, that i could just go to a store and ask for a makeover and buy some coverup or something. but must i go buy another skirt? can i go to class looking like such a mess? and ugly. and depressed. but i know it's only for now. for now.
