notes on a monsoon

my poor little volvo can't make it thru three feet of water and sofie is certainly not willing to trek the 7 block hike to the BP so mum can get her cigs, but Bookcase was there for me via cell phone (thank god it's saturday) and I survived the hellish floods of whatever fucking part of town this is that I live in. gurl love is the best, even if it has to be long distance.

my neighbor who live across the street (his house is actually the house on THE CORNER, the corner where the prostitutes stand), well my neighbor (he shall remain nameless) was returning home to his house on THE CORNER from the liquor store that is across the street when he decided a monsoon would be THE PERFECT TIME TO INTRODUCE HIMSELF. the thing is that this nameless neighbor is in his fourties and has two gold front teeth and he actually thought it was a grand idea to ask me TO THE MOVIES. apparently I look like the type of lady who would go to the movies with middle aged golden toothed men. I actually think golden teeth are sexy, we all know my wet spot for rappers of all variety, but they aren't quite as sexy on old men who live on THE CORNER. I will admit I am being rather judgemental here and assuming that since he lives on THE CORNER then he must manage THE CORNER since that is how it was with a previous neighbor of mine (walter), but man who shall remain nameless might just be an innocent by stander like myself who dares not take THE CORNER away from its rightful owners. anyways, while I was on the fone with Bookcase lamenting over the nameless middle aged man asking me on a date I also happened to throw in the fact that sofie was straddling my face and that Savannah was quite lonely. yes, and that was when I decided that maybe, just maybe I should go to the movies with my golden toothed nameless neighbor.

nothing has entered my vagina, nor Bookcase's vagina BTW. celibacy roxxx.