It's something unpredictable, but in the end its right...

And for the record I am NOT having the time of my life. I'm sitting in my new, 60's decor, very-brown kitchen typing on a wobbly card table. The sun is shining and beckoning me to learn about this place. The air would feel delicious on my skin. I know it would. Yesterday I got up earlier than my usual 12 noon. I suited up in capri's, a tight-fitting Springsteen shirt, a pair of black-canvas ballet flats and a large messenger bag. Armed with my huge Kryptonite chain and lock, I pedaled down to the main street around here, Oberlin Avenue. The strange thing I noticed was the lack of people on the sidewalk. I rode about a mile and didn't have to maneuver around anyone. Then I noticed people (in cars) looking at me with these incredulous glares. Like, "WHAT is she doing?" I sniffed indignantly and biked on, ignoring the piercing eyes around me. I got to Blockbuster, my destination, and was very embarassed to discover the VHS collection made for very slim pickings. I mean, I could see Crybaby or A League of their Own or Friday the 13th but....there's something horribly wrong about that. Especially with the devilishly, asthetically pleasing DiCaprio glaring at me from the fresh shrink rapped dvd box for the Aviator. I'm out of step with the world....and at such a young age.

They used to call me a ludite at my old job, branding me so for not having an iPod on my hip, a DVD player at home and still believing that film is the best way to go with picture taking. Hey, maybe I am a ludite. But if so, what does that make Sonny? The poor baby doesn't even have a cellphone. Anyway, the appropriate gift I got upon leaving that job was a DVD player. I was so psyched to get up to speed with the rest of the world....until I realized my old t.v. is sooo not compatable. I've got to shell out a buck-fifty for a new one. At least the 20-inchers are a little less expensive now. Still, can someone tell me, how did this happen? I guess working a minimum wage job and growing up in poverty kinda beats you over the head with reality. I can't afford all this shit. Even if it means I can understand what people are talking about when they say "TiVo" or "Pixels".