sometimes i get down for no good reason at all. i've been this way for the past couple of days. last night, though, i finally got tired of laying around, and went to smith's.
i biked because the nights have been so cool and nice lately. perfect for biking. and here's something weird: i have this obsessive-compulsive need for my knees to touch as i'm pedaling. as a result i have little bruises on my inner knees.
late-night grocery shopping is my ideal cure for the blues, or reds, or whatever it is. i like to think that i'm channeling that ginsberg poem. what peaches and what penumbras! so god bless smith's for being open 24/7. the 7-11 has the chocolate cake donut and raj but you can't wander the aisles in there like you can at the grocery store.
i park my bike and who is there having a smoke? my favorite cashier! all i know about him is that his name starts with "cha," he smokes, and he hates his job, but he's always so nice to me. i love the way he says "thank YOU" in response to my "thank you." another reason why i prefer going to smith's at night is because that's his shift. the night shift.
the only things i really needed were bread and orange juice but wandering the aisles makes you realize all the things you need. bananas, blackberries, red potatoes, an avocado, grape-nuts, oatmeal, shredded wheat, cream cheese, darjeeling tea: all these things were added to my cart.
cha-- had the longest line. i waited for ten to fifteen minutes but it was worth it. i can't explain it. i just love that guy.
the groceries and i made it home safely, all in one piece. not that i was worried. the only time groceries have fallen out of my basket was when a car and i had a collision in the middle of university, and university avenue was pretty slow last night.
once inside i saw the empty apartment as an opportunity to blast aretha franklin's greatest hits as loud as i could from my little portable speakers. i seized that opportunity. i poured myself a bowl of grape-nuts. i made some milky darjeeling. it turned out to be a good night.
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understandable. personally, i wear maceys' livery, but i'm pretty sure the principle is the same. and besides, we both blast aretha franklin when we get home, and that's probably what counts most.
and not to nitpick, but 7-11 has slurpees as well. surely they count for something.
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