walking fast in the rain in my slippery dumb shoes happy in a black hat and the air just smells better.

the outsiders playing at the laurelhurst makes me happy too and the way my cat dances at the door when i come home from the office filled with unhappy women who sort their carrot sticks and flick evil eyes at me. i feel so awkward there but it all just goes away when i am typing, listening to bad talk radio, trying to make myself disappear.