Red Velvet Cake

I am not sure whether it's a good thing or a bad thing. I just love Eatsis.

I got into town yesterday and before I even got to my apartment I had to stop for a piece of Eatzis Red Velvet Cake. It doesn't help my figure but it helps my happiness that Eatzis is just a block away. Whenever I drive down Oaklawn, I watch for the blue light on the front of the building to be rotating. Just like K-Mart, Eatzis has their blue light specials. Everything left is marked down so that us peasants can eat like kings, or in my case, Queens.

Skinny vs Skinny

I love spring time in Dallas. The flowers are blooming and it's between 75 and 85 degrees - except when there's a precipitous mood swing and you get an overnight drop into the 60s.

When the clothes start coming off, the body becomes more visible - or should I say the skeleton. There is a funny breed of people in Dallas that are just...skeletal. Their clothes hang off of them and it's painful to look at them. There is a sharp angularity that I call "painfully skinny".

Perhaps there are these people in the San Francisco Bay area but, I don't see them. I bet they migrate down to LA where it is warmer and where it is hipper to have dermatitis of the middle finger - the finger used to purge.

I have one girlfriend that is "painfully skinny" and she is sick. Frail. My stereo type is that if you are that skinny you must be sick or purging or just not eating or exercising every moment of every day or some other OCD affliction.

I am not saying that the girls in San Jose are fat but maybe they're just healthy. I was noticing a teenager at the airport upon my arrival back to San Jose. She was super cute, super skinny, but had a roundness to her body where the muscles are supposed to be. I imagined her at the beach surfing, because she was in her trendy surfer garb. I imagined her plucking the painfully skinny people out of the water with one hand, placing them on her surfboard and catching a cool wave back to the beach in her graceful California beach style.

Saturday Morning

It's 9:47 on a Saturday morning in Dallas. I live in Oaklawn - just off of Stemmons - and went for a walk this morning. The weather is warm and there is an overcast sky and everyone is still asleep. The roads are empty and the noise of the day has not started yet.

A random cop car drove by, there were a few people in the bank and Starbucks is half full as my neighbors start the journey of waking up.

I like the silence. It calms me.

Waterbug vs Cockroach

California doesn't have bugs. At least the San Francisco Bay Area doesn't. I remember when my sister moved to Roseville. She got these big watery blisters all around her ankles and had no idea what they were. She finally went to the doctor's and figured out that they were mosquito bites and she was allergic. I think she was 34 and didn't know what a mosquito bite was.

Tonight I am watching what people call a waterbug. I almost called it a waterbig - Freudian slip perhaps? It is big. Maybe two inches long, with inch long legs and inch and a half long antennae. It's so big it's slow. In contrast, I had cockroaches in my first apartment. I never really saw them, except for a movement in the corner of my eye. They were slick little beetles and they moved fast. They ducked from the light and the movement made them creepy. This big bug thing is just dumb.

So, I am watching this dumb bug. It showed up this morning when I moved a bag on the floor. It moseyed off into the corner of the room. Within about 8 minutes it had rolled onto it's back and was trying to right it's self. After watching out of the corner of my eye, I left for the day. Tonight it's still in the same position. Legs flaying, antennae searching.

I know these things come here to die. I find them every other month or so. Do you think it's inhumane to flush it? That's really a rhetorical question because I won't be able to sleep with it writhing and thrashing. Another sacrifice to the porcelain goddess. Go in Peace.