  Manito Park in spring may be the only part of Spokane that I actually like. Robin and I spent the day sitting on a gigantic cliff smoking cigarettes and pot, dancing around and taking artsy pictures. I wore a two-dollar skirt I bought from Goodwill (it’s my attempt to be vintage) and went for the shoeless/hobo look. It was nice. We played on the swings and drank out of the (sick, germ infested, bacteria breeding) water fountains like when we were children. I felt young is a good way.
I saw G-Dogg hopping around with some other stoner boys on the rocks by the pond. It’s amazing to listen to him talk. In Math last year, he could graphically describe the most disgusting sexual acts and embarrass me horribly. But at other times, he would talk about a single band for the entire class period, from start to finish, without taking a breath. Over the course of the year he would simultaneously offend me, make me sick, and make me fall madly in like with him. And sadly, the crush is gone.
It has been such a part of me for nearly a year, and now, it’s simply not the same. There is no rush or lost breath or butterflies when I see him. It’s sad, actually. I miss the familiar adoration. ----------------------------------------- If there is one thing that Robin and I hate, it has to be when strange people approach us. Though she is gorgeous, together we just don’t look like supermodels.
Because really, in a two dollar skirt, you look more homeless than you do hot. So this is why it baffles me when men-boys feel a need to call attention to us in public. Jogging man: Heeeeey theeeeree , ladies. Robin: Dude, you’re like middle aged! [The man looked horrified and scampered off, while I fell apart laughing on the sidewalk behind him. ] Affectionately… Anna ----------------------------------------- I usually don't post links in here.
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