23 April 2001 ~ Fifteen-cent cherry popsicle...

There is absolutely no reason for me to be inside right now, except that my discman is low on battery power, and I really want to listen to this Frente! CD a few dozen more times...

The downtown clock is gloriously proclaiming the temperature to be 91 degrees, which translates to 87 if you're going to be scientific about it. (It's better to be scientific about the downtown clock; it's also four minutes slow, which is the number one reason I'm consistently four minutes late for everything...)

Funny how this entire town comes to life when it's warm out. I woke myself up early today to go to the post office because I'd gotten a little yellow "you have a PACKAGE!" slip in my mail last Friday... The package was a Frente! CD, which has been playing non-stop for several hours now... Then I went to the bank (boring), then all the way over to the East Side (ick) to Salvation Army for the purpose of buying new khakis for work tomorrow.

It's amazing how many people will stare at you and whistle and ask if you need a ride when you're wearing a tank top and listening to good music. It's even more amazing how many MORE people will do those same things when you're sucking on a 15-cent cherry popsicle from the Angle Market on Stuyvesant Street. Gahd. Not like I was deep-throating it or anything! (I don't know who Stuyvesant was, by the way, except I think he was an amputee or some sort. We're lucky I can spell his name... Who cares. The only thing ANYBODY knows about him anymore is that there's a market on the corner of his street that sells fifteen cent popsicles.)

Checked the sign on the door of the Grand Central Café. Their dessert special today is peanut butter pie.

"Oh, and Shelly? Save me a piece of Norma's peanut butter pie..." --Leo Johnson, "Twin Peaks."

Found several things of interest today at Salvation Army. One was khakis, although they're a little bit out of fashion. The other was a red jacket stamped with the UPS logo. I probably would have bought it no matter what the price, but a UPS jacket in perfect condition for five dollars? Can life get any better? Yes, it can. But only with a cherry popsicle and a Frente CD.

It's, as I said, a warm day out, and I don't think I've ever seen so many postal workers out and about and smiling in their dorky little blue shorts. I made friends with one of them, and he handed me a letter marked "From: Franz Kafka, Albion, Australia." We pondered this together. "I thought Franz Kafka died before the second World War?" I mused. The mailman shrugged: "Beats me. Either that or he's in Australia." (I got the distinct impression that my mailman has never heard of Franz Kafka... Maybe next time I see him I'll invite him in for popsicles and poetry... )

Okay, I had really planned on writing some sort of coherent entry, but it's WAY too fucking nice out to be in here working on ANYTHING... I'm going to go outside, read my mail, listen to my discman, and get myself a damned TAN!

~Helena*

"I never thought life could be so sweet..." --Frente!