Don't call me hon

New blog. Facsinating.

Walked downtown to get exercise. Probably the first time I've done that. It wasn't much different than any other time I've gone downtown though. I played the green light game (come to a cross walk and go at which ever light is green) but discovered that isn't the best game to play at night, you end up in some not so thrilling parts of town. Went to Starbucks and got called "hon" three times by the cashier. *le sigh* I would rather be called shit head than hon. It's probably because I have pink in my hair. I need wrist cuffs and a lip piercing and a shirt with an exed out barbie on it. That would make sure they wouldn't call me hon. There was a new server there tonight though. Not the one who called me hon. Never seen her before. Honestly, my life ambitions are to publish something and have one of the Starbucks people remember me. So total walking, prolly about four miles. Did go up the evil Garfield st. hill.

**Note to any and all who read this blog, I swear like a sailor because I am a sailor.**