this afternoon i had to frolic down to the tedeschi to get some desperately needed ginger ale and got an enthusiastic ‘hola mamà chula‘ from some random on the street.
i am not impressed. mostly because i feel/look like butt these days and also: ew, scuzzy street dudes.
at least in central square the hobos are too drunk to really harass you at all. everyone round here is so…
so…
mobile. or something. entirely too many people on boylston. almost all of them totally smack-able. sometimes i wish i were the hulk and could just go berserker down the street because, a.) it would be totally justifiable to have a ginormous ass if you’re the hulk and b.) i would get to HULK SMASH! endlessly. and it would be good.
plus, i have a monster headache.
mine :
