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I was referring to all the ways people slowly die, and how miserable and cruel it can be. I'm already highly unlikely to be swayed by anything, but watching people who were probably nice, normal people become combative, scared, suffering from horrific delusions, abusive, et cetera, et cetera...there's no possible justification I can see.

Besides that...I'm fostering a dalmatian! Her info is here: http://dalmatianrescueofpugetsound.org/mimi/ Right now she's just a foster to see how things go, and because she needs to have two teeth extracted, which they will do (and thus she must technically be their dog until that happens), but if all goes well and she doesn't care about my bird, I will probably end up keeping her.

She was staying at this nice no-kill shelter. I would've adopted from a kill shelter too because I know they do it out of necessity (and state shelters may lose funding next year?! I'm aghast!), but I obviously have a soft spot for dalmatians, and it was heartbreaking to see her looking so depressed. She'd been there since September! And she was found as a scrawny, flea-ridden stray - they think someone used her for breeding and then dumped her. She's so sweet - her tail hasn't stopped wagging. It's really cute. I took her to Petco and her tail wagged the whole time. When she's drinking water, her tail is wagging. She's a good listener and is really anxious that everything she does it right and okay. She doesn't seem to have been abused, but she seems nervous about being a good dog. I'll post some pictures soon!

1) I got some contract work that included dimensioning a kitchen.  But the only tape measure I have is one of those 99 cent ones that's like 6 feet long. I was going to buy a big one yesterday but I was so tired I totally forgot.  Since the job was in Queen Anne, I figured I'd just go to the hardware store up there...except I got up there and it was gone. Fuck! I was supposed to go to this house for two reasons: 1) take pictures, and 2) get dimensions.  So as I'm walking to the house, I'm scanning all the businesses that may just have one in their possession they'd let me borrow, but I wasn't optimistic.  I trek up 4 flights of stairs to get to the right street, and it was like ascending into heaven - there was a guy doing renovations on the exterior of a building.  Taking a chance, I was like, "Excuse me, but do you have a tape measure you would let me borrow for an hour or so?"  And he was like, "Oh, sure! Here you go!" No questions asked, he just gave it to me.  It was awesome.  I mean I don't look shady and I was even dressed pretty nice, but he was HAPPY to loan it to me. Awesome.

2) So after the job gets done and I return the tape measure, I take the bus down to Belltown to catch MY bus, and go into Dan's Belltown Grocery to get some caffeine, and these two junkies walk in and the woman of the pair starts yelling at the black guy paying for his stuff at the counter in front of me.  She was saying he kicked her out of his house when she wouldn't have sex with him.  It was escalating to cursing and whatnot when a burly Dan's employee said to take it outside.  I would say 60% of the time I'm in Dan's, something like that is happening. Junkie fights, cops arresting someone, the employees yelling at someone to get out for fighting or shoplifting or something.  I love going there.

3) At home, I hear shouting outside.  I go out onto my balcony and witness racist road rage going on - this white guy in a retro Cadillac has stopped in front of a minivan, and is yelling at the driver of the minivan about something stupid he supposedly did.  He talks about beating the shit out of him and how he's a fucking spic and whatnot. The minivan backed up and tried to drive away, but the guy stepped in front of it and was like, 'Oh yeah! Hit me! Go on!' Eventually he got in his car and the minivan sped away.

4) So after that I think I'm going to take a nap.  But then this guy I met for drinks on Tuesday sends me a text inviting me to the art walk (although I suspect it was a mass text), and since I didn't feel tired (although I should've), I decided to take him up on it.  So I get ready and put on these white pants I've had for ages but never worn - I just really wanted a lighter fabric than my jeans because it's been so hot.  I've never worn these pants - and probably haven't worn white pants since I was a kid.  I go to catch the bus and see it on the otherside of the intersection, so I start running to catch it - only I forget I'm wearing my fancy pony-hair loafers that have a tendency to slip off my heel.  That starts happening, resulting in me ultimately faceplanting on the concrete as the bus drives through the intersection towards the bus stop like 200 feet away from me.  I was like, "FUCK" - I fell on my white pants, spilled shit out of my purse, and was probably going to miss the bus.  It didn't really hurt but I must've looked like a complete tool in my kind of dressy clothes and aviators.  BUT, not only did the driver stop and wait, he got out to make sure I was okay.  And then I had to get on the bus, assuming most everyone had seen me since their eye was probably drawn by the flurry of movement as I broke into a ran and then biffed it on the concrete.

5)  After all this, as I approach downtown on the bus I send the guy a text telling him I'm downtown and where are he and his friends.  He responds with 'Hey girl, I'm about to get there in a few.'  I'm like, Uh, WHERE?  And that's the last I hear from him.  He knew I was going downtown all the way from North Seattle just to meet up.  But since I'm in Pioneer Square right by my friend Carol's building (and this is before it's apparent I've been stood up), I called her to see if she wanted to visit.  So I just ended up spending the whole evening with her, which was really cool.  We saw some great art and got some pretty good dinner.  And people watching during art walk is always a blast. So, I couldn't even really be offended - we went on one date and I had no real investment, so it was easy to brush off - I mostly found it amusing.  My working theory was that he had sent a mass text out to a bunch of honeys or whatever, and a more desireable honey responded and he blew me off to hook up with her.  So then a little while after I finally got home, he sends me this text: "I'm sorry baby, my phone died. True story! I don't lie, you know that. I'll make it up to you, my bad."  I don't know what to believe, because he could've given me a blow-off text - straight up not messaging me would've taken some incredibly unmitigated gall and a pretty great degree of disregard for others.  On the other hand, it also seems like the text is trying to pander to me by implying we're closer than we are and have a greater degree of trust than we do. I dunno. What do YOU say?

So yeah, that was my day, and my fucking washer is jacked.