F.Y.E.

I went to FYE today and bought, I'm Like A Virgin Losing A Child (Manchester Orchestra) for $7.99, but it was apparently on sale for $4.99: happy face.

I'm watching the end of Diary of A Mad Black Woman: good movie.

I'm holding on and letting go all at the same time.

well. . .

I'm eighteen.
Now what?

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Things in Salt Lake have been very interesting.
I am starting to learn my way around (yay).
Today, I went downtown to this restaurant/coffee dive to have lunch with the folks. When we were coming up to the door, I looked through the glass and saw a goth chic sitting next to a dude with long, LONG, hair and I shrieked, "Oh Mom! There ARE normal people in this city." The food was really good, I had a turkey sandwich and a piece of baklava (insanely good).
When we were walking in, there were about five homeless dudes sitting around each other, talking and asking for money. I didn't say anything to them on the way in, but on the way out, they asked my dad for money and he pulled out a five, so I went to go give it to the guys. The first guy, John, thanked and assured me that the money wouldn't be going to "alcohol or drugs, or crap like that": I said, "Ok, good to know. I believe you." Then he started asking me questions about where I was from and I told him the South, Georgia mostly. He told me about how he worked on the Peach Tree building in Atlanta (I have been by the building many times). I told him that the next time I was in Atlanta, I would stop at the Peach Tree and think of him. John went on and eventually started cussing to which, Earl, the dude next him, who was wearing a hat like looked EXACTLY like the Where's Waldo hat and really reminded me of Tommy Chong from Cheech and Chong, starting going, "MAN! Ah man, don't be saying that stuff in front of women, man."
John kept going.
"AAAAHHHHHHH man, don't be saying that stuff in front of ladies, man, don't."
I thought it was funny how I went from a woman to a lady...
Anyway, I told them that I'd be praying for them, and then I was off.
So yeah, that was part of my day. Good food, homeless man named John, homeless dude named Earl, and the two others men who didn't tell me their names, and normal people with spiked, black hair and four inch high doc martin boots.
:)

Seriously? Good grief.