Purpose

Can we discuss life for a moment? How do I only have ONE WEEK LEFT? Where did my time go? Holy. Shit. Anyways here is a quick update of my happenings:

Class

Toy Story 3

Avenue Q

Asian Pub Happy Hour

Now I would like to ask everyone a question...

What does a lesbian look like? Sorry if that was harsh BUT today while walking on the street with Darla- this buff (creepy buff) man with a greasy black pony tail and a mesh black football style shirt approached us and asked us "Are you lesbians?" when I answered no his only response was "GOOD". Not even in a sarcastic tone. I think the man was serious! Anyways... we didn't fit the steryotype if so-- there were: A. no docs on my feet B. not holding hands C. my hair isnt THAT short?!? Anyways it kind of pissed me off. You don't question a stranger like that and make judgements based on nothing.

Anyways: Tonight's poem is kind chosen for a reason but not really? It is titled "Plate".

"The inevitable tornado" - food. "The golden ring of boredom". Why do we eat? Surely not to sustain ourselves? It is a joy a comfort. Why do we let it take control of us. We are upset- we eat. "He dumped me"- EAT. "Im fat"- EAT. "It's vacation"- EAT. It has a stronger hold than we know. Society becomes defined by food. Southern comfort- irish potatos- jewish food- latin food- italians-greeks! Families gather... why?

Kind of lame- i know. However, it goes with my plans for when i get home:

WORK, TAN, GYM, POOL .