I've been Trumped.....

To get a good account of my past weekend, one should check out this following March 23 entry from my friend's blog.

http://spaces.msn.com/specialktm/

That from the point of a view of an outsider will sum it up in so many words... There were so many things that happened last weekend that I fail to see where to begin. The humour really only resides in snippets so I care to move on.

I wonder if that would make a good book or at least a chapter in the life of... the whole point of view taken from phone messages... would be interesting especially if they're messages that are left from me.

Today I found out that I have tonsils the size of golf balls which would explain the sore throat since sunday (SEE! that's why i needed soup my dear!)

I think it was worse for me to be walking around Monday night.. But I never watch 24 alone because I need someone near me that I can punch in the arm & yell "SHUT UP!" For those who watch the show, you will know what a dirty little whore Audrey is. But this week I abstained from the regular kits crew & hit Tinseltown to watch it on a big screen at Andy's house.

Up until today, he was residing in the towers above Tinseltown and a for a brief couple of months is going to live w/ my drinking nemesis, Nick.

Anyways, I walk every where I go so monday night I walked through the stadium skytrain station as a short cut. I was asking myself if it was such as a good idea as there were dodgy types flitting about. I would like to think I'm quite menacing in my yoga pants but I'm pretty sure my lip syncing to my ipod would say otherwise.

When I left his house, I thought I'd be all strategic. (i'm am VERY paranoid.. I've been broken into & stalked before so I tend to be a bit careful) So I take out my creditcard, license, birth cert & cell phone from my purse & put them in pockets because my thinking is if I get held up, I'd may be lose my purse & ipod but I at least get to keep the important cards.

So I bolt through the station yet again with random people asking me questions. I also must have a sign above my head that says information. One time, in a jam packed commercial platform, I was reading my book & minding my own business when some daft woman sought me out to ask directions... I just blinked rapidly at her and exclaimed "I'm READING!" (k.. that shocks me but jerking off on your keyboard doesn't.. i have issues)

I really don't understand why I do look approachable. I can safely say that I don't like people for the most part nor do I want to get to know them. I work & live alone & tend to keep to myself in my building.

So why is it one sunny, summer, saturday morning, I'm walking to my office I'm approached by the most peculiar of men. You know how you wake from a dream & you swear it was real... Well have you ever been in reality & could swear it was a dream?

My office used to be located in the Vancouver playhouse building on West 1st & Columbia. I would walk over the cambie bridge, descend the stairs that are about half way, spit out in front of urban beach & then walk down a make shift path that runs along false creek. This pathway is paved so walkers, bikers & roller bladers alike can enjoy it. It is enclosed by a chain link fence but there is over grown shrubbery that helps enclose it. I'm hustling down the winding path at around 10 am. A couple of runners pass me & a family on bikes also speed past. I hear a bell & around the corner comes this bike with nothing else but a clown on it. And we're not talking the big red haired clown either.. we're talking about the hobo clown with the 5 o'clock shadow that looks like he just finished drinking a bottle of jack.. Ya, that guy. He is wheeling towards me.... we then lock eyes & he gives me a half smile. A kind of dirty little grin & then sped off.. I swear I peed my pants. What did I just see.... was that Josh's brother or was that dream!??? (only a select few would get that joke)

But seriously, when I was 7, I had a dream that I was kidnapped by a clown outside of winskill aquatic centre & he looked exactly like the one on the bike.

That segway is starting to look more & more attractive.