My street

A conversation today:
Man: Gucci bag?
Me: Oh, I'm ok, I live here.
Man: Oh yeah?
Me: Yup.
Man: What about a boyfriend? You need a boyfriend?

Also, when guys blast rap out of their cars, bobbing their head with the beat, driving past, this makes me happy.

Irony

is when you call a blog 'before I forget' and you think of a great thing you want to write about, and then the next day when you sit behind your computer and you forget what it was.