J. ~

Seattle busses are freaking FANTASTIC. You can practically ride all the way to the East Coast on them, if you wish (argh; WHY would anybody wish?), for just a buck-fifty. They just drive and drive and drive forever. And every time I've felt like taking one, it's been there, waiting for me.

Received a somewhat-nasty email from Taze this morning. Oh, not that he said anything I didn't deserve, and if *I* had been the one sending nasty emails to me, I would have added a few more nasty things, and thrown in a virtual punch to the gut. What DID upset me though, was his terrible sense of timing. I'm on vacation! I'm supposed to be relaxing! I'm supposed to be gleefully singing "the hills are alive with the sound of music!" while standing atop the Space Needle. I'm supposed to be making friends with loonies and hippies and Nader-supporters! I've been trying all day to get this whole email business out of my head, but it hasn't been easy. If ONLY I could have left Binghamton behind completely! All of it! What if I'd arrived here, completely naked! No luggage. No baggage! No memory! It would have been nicer, I think. It would have been nice if Taze had saved his complaints until later, too. Yesterday, I thought briefly, I think I'm ready to deal with Taze, to lay things out on the table, to hug and make up and apologize and maybe accuse a little bit... I really planned on going home and addressing all the stupid little things. But he couldn't wait another few days. That angers me in a way. Though I must repeat: he didn't say ANYTHING that was unjustified.

Ian plans to take me to a show tonight: a band called 764-HERO. They got their name from road-signs advising people to call 764-HERO to turn in violators of Seattle's traffic lane laws. "Yes! You too can be a hero! Turn in somebody for driving in the carpool lane when they're not supposed to!" How heroic. Anyway, the band didn't sound too bad on the record Ian played me this morning, so this could be cool...

Have to go; have to watch for my stop...