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June 28, 2004
Believe...in the magic in the stars
At the Pride Parade on Sunday the woman next to us was smoking all over me. Normally I would just move away from her, but suddenly twenty-four years of speaking quietly and smiling politely and squeezing myself into a tiny space on MUNI so that the guy next to me can sprawl out came bubbling up and I said No! Not today! Today I will fight for my right to breathe the clean, sewer-scented air of this glorious city! Now are you going to move or am I going to have to move you?
Except what I actually did was tap her on the shoulder and ask politely if she would move. Which it turned out she would not. So I sighed and graciously accepted her gift of lung cancer and bad-smelling hair.
A lot of my friends smoke, and I myself have been a smoker from time to time, or anyway I've smoked from time to time, so up until now I have always subscribed to the idea that people have a right to pollute their immediate environment even as people have a right to not pollute it. But why is that true? We don't walk around shitting on the sidewalk (except in this city) so why are we allowed to blow noxious fumes into the air? I'm going to take a stand and say that I'm against it. But due to the magical power of hypocrisy, none of that will stop me from smoking cloves until I'm sick the next time I am drinking.
Posted by didofoot at June 28, 2004 11:27 AM
Comments
Sometimes, Kristen, I see myself in you.
That's TOTALLY not a pickup line.
Posted by: Dianna at June 28, 2004 11:46 AM
sometimes, kristen, i see you in dianna.
that's TOTALLY a hint for you two to get it on.
Posted by: michele at June 28, 2004 11:48 AM
will put out for hexnut bracelet (silver)
Posted by: didofoot at June 28, 2004 11:49 AM
Will put out to hexnut bracelet (silver).
Let no one say I don't love my art.
Posted by: Dianna at June 28, 2004 11:52 AM
will take high resolution digital pictures of said union for michele
Posted by: gene at June 28, 2004 11:52 AM
Is Michele the recipient of the pictures, or the payment for the pictures?
Posted by: Dianna at June 28, 2004 11:54 AM
i vote recipient. hmm, visual image of dianna and kristen making out has left me feeling vaguely ill. i retract all statements requesting this action to be undertaken.
Posted by: michele at June 28, 2004 12:50 PM
I sense a theme here, Michele. You talk big, but when it comes right down to it you're just no match for those mental images.
Posted by: Dianna at June 28, 2004 01:02 PM
from makeout to fakeout in five comments. a new record.
Posted by: didofoot at June 28, 2004 01:34 PM
Impressive! Give the woman a prize!
Posted by: Dianna at June 28, 2004 01:40 PM
prize! gimme, gimme!
Posted by: michele at June 28, 2004 01:41 PM
And the prize is... high-resolution digital photos of Dianna and Kristen getting it on. Sorry about that.
Posted by: Dianna at June 28, 2004 01:42 PM
you know, this post was about smoking...and this thread is smoking HOT! girl on girl! yeah!
Posted by: didofoot at June 28, 2004 01:48 PM
I like how gene slipped on in there as michele's subcontractor - as if his motivations were purely altruistic or strictly business. smooth, man, smooth.
michele - if you don't want your prize anymore, can I have it? I'll trade you for a tiara!
Posted by: Jolie at June 28, 2004 02:35 PM
sparkly! gimme gimme!
Posted by: michele at June 28, 2004 02:54 PM
Woman, don't ever say the word "subcontractor" around me again. I don't have to listen to that kind of talk.
And Kristen, you don't have to sleep with me for hex nut bracelets. Really. Just give me an excuse to make stuff and make people wear it.
Posted by: Dianna at June 28, 2004 03:45 PM
Smoking is repulsive. Unless we are talking about cock, in which I am all for it.
Posted by: CB at June 28, 2004 08:50 PM
Wait, Christopher, I thought you were heterosexual. I mean, that's what I've gathered from reading your blog for all these years.
Posted by: gene "unshorn-ball-sack" wood at June 28, 2004 11:21 PM
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