Ephemeralyssia

I'm like a magnet for them. The homeless, that is. When I'm on the bus. I mean, I sympathize with these people--to a degree. And I guess they have the right to utilize public transportation just as I do. So if they can scrape together two bucks to hop on a bus that will take them to some other spot in the City, that is their prerogative. But they fucking reek to high heaven. And you know that when you smell something bad, you're actually breathing in microscopic particles of that thing. That thing in this case being trash and feces. At least the guy this morning was kind enough to open the window near him. But that wasn't enough for me, who tried to remain decorous by just keeping my fresh-smelling hand near my nose, before throwing in the towel and moving to the back of the bus.

My new thing is just throwing out hybrid girl names. It started with "Katelynn" at Disneyland (Kate + Lynn). Now it's gone rampant: Sabrinaessica (Sabrina + Jessica). Aprilette (April + Charlotte). Maryessennifer (Mary + Alice + Jennifer). Rachelina (Rachel + Angelina). TOO fun.

This past weekend, it all caught up with me, and I slept in, then took two to three hour naps both Saturday and Sunday. For Halloween, I watched a double feature of "The Nightmare Before Christmas" and "Bettlejuice", then crashed at 10:00. A far cry from the Halloween of '96 when I came up to the Castro, got lost from my friends, and had to sleep out on the street in red vinyl pants until the BART started back up so I could return to Mr. Altherhausen's dorm in Berkeley where I was staying. I forsake a life without cabs.