Ericabloggin'

That's right, treatin' ya'll to a one paragraph breakdown of the daily events. Walked. Hit Commercial Drive, ran into Che just as she was gonna take her car to the wash. Hopped on board, laughed at a bunch of Spanish guys laughing at Che for bothering to get a car like her's washed. Mooched a coffee of Che. Hit her apartment, scored a washcloth, some deoderant, and toothpaste. Che was out of t.p. Found babywipes. My hooha smells like babypowder. Got ahold of The Spiritualist, meeting her at Grandview park. Her mother's at my apartment, has keys, so The Spiritualist can leave without having to worry about locking up. Good timing.
Gonna sit at the park, drink to much coffee, smoke too many cigarettes, listen to the Spiritualist drum, and watch the kids get dirty. Good times.