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Boppybop

my scrapbook blog thing

San Leandro - Lake Merritt

Uber guy: How are you doing on this Beee-utiful Sunday?
Me: I'm fine, how are you?
Uber guy: Well, it's mothers day and I'm here serving you rather than being with my Mrs.
Me: ..
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Uber guy: What's that smell? Is it you?
Me: I don't think so?
Uber guy: Must have been that Asian family I had in the car. Let's just say they weren't flowery.
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Uber guy (picking up another rider in East Oakland): Oh we're in the sketchy part of Oakland now, is it safe at night? Is that a cop? I wonder if bullets are about to fly hahahaha!
Other rider: ...

Here’s another thing that’s so interesting about money that people never talk about: there are all these invisible advantages and privileges people have. Parents who help out with a down payment, or a grandparent who takes the kids every Tuesday. Parents who pay for college. We didn’t have any of that.

—Cheryl Strayed

I grew up poor, and I did get food stamps as a kid, so there was a sense of shame about it. And I also acknowledged that we were poor by choice. Here we were, two people with master’s degrees, choosing to keep faith with our art, and because of that we were poor. That’s different from being poor—really poor, actually poor. And I know that because I came from those people. And I just couldn’t take in that way from our society.

   At the end of the day, if I had really needed to get a job that paid the bills, I could have. And I always chose not to, because I wanted to write. So I didn’t feel entitled to public assistance.

Cheryl Strayed

Can’t help but snap my fingers at 99% of what she writes.

My neck

Me: What the fuck, I just pulled a hair from my neck!
Kristin: No you didn't.
Me: I just pulled a thin, grey hair from my neck!
Kristin: It's probably just one of Betty's stuck to your neck with a little milk.
Me: ... I don't know if that's better.

There was one at Crescent Elk sitting in the playground on the swings with balloons.  They’re big, they’re like men. Sally Huff was confronted by one.

—Mom on clowns

K: Is it a taco truck?
J: No, it's a quesadilla, uh, taqueria.
James just sent this with the subject Style Goals.

James just sent this with the subject Style Goals.

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