Broken heels and bloodied dreams

I’ve been walking to work for some two weeks now.

Environmentally friendly and a potential great ass aside, this is because my dad sold my car. For cold hard cash.

First thing I did after signing on the dotted line, I bought myself a nice big umbrella enough to house three humans and a donut.

It has been a very very interesting journey so far. I paid more attention to the lot numbers on the houses than just norm curiosity. Recent calculations at one house led me to believe that the land developers jumped two digits from the previous house.

And one morning as I passed by my church, friendly neighborhood dog Naruto followed me all the way to work. I didn’t quite know what to do as I have this tendency to wildly imagine the dog will get run over by a truck or impregnate another poor bitch, so I walked all the way back to the church and tricked him into the bushes and then ran all the way to work in my black high heels.

Everyday I pass by this young man with too much hair clouding his eyes who seems to be on his way to the shops. Every day I wonder if I will see him again as he looks near death and everyday that I see him, I wonder if he’s going to pull a knife out of his pocket and demand for my empty purse.

Last week a cranky old man who was gardening snapped at me. Apparently I had blocked the sunlight when I stood in front of his house waiting for the road to clear.

Yesterday I let loose a fart. Have you ever done that? Farting while walking? I swear the whole neighborhood heard me.

Oh why is my life so miserable?

But then again…

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Published:
8.12.08 / 10am
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