Yesterday I was feeling ancy for no apparant reason and took my notebook out onto the porch to watch the kids behind the house going in and out of the Cremeland parking lot licking eachother's ice cream cones. I pondered how simple it was when I was little. You licked your female friends' ice creams, but not the boys, lest we get cooties.
I wish it were so simple still. Now I worry about catching mono from sipping the same straw as someone else or squatting above the public toilet seat because someone forwarded me a chain letter about how crabs can jump 3 ft. off a public toilet seat.. And apparantly they don't care that you've shaved off all your pubes, they'll find a home.
I don't know where I was going with this, or if it had a destination at all.. I'll just sit here in left field and wait for another fellow writer to join me...
