since i had been issued a temporary reprieve from the horrors of hard work and faint rewards, i decided to spend some time searching out new scenery for my tired eyes.

i drove down a street that took me straight to the mountains– and one wide, windy, two laned road that took me halfway up one very green mountain i passed old country homes, beautiful trees, and some very, very large rocks. i’ve made a mental note to explore the rest of the mountain very soon with a tall white man by my side.

as i came down the mountain, tow roads diverged, and i — i took the one away from my home, and that led me to a discovery of something i never thought i’d see in the 909.

to my left, steep hillsides covered in natural grasses and bright yellow and orange flowers. to my right, large, beautiful homes in every style from modern to mission style to country cottage. as i drove more– i wondered — is it possible that i live so close to suburbia?

not wanting to return to my home right away, i drove to ross (do you love it?) and promptly fell asleep in the parking lot. i woke refreshed and hungry, so after i quickly scanned the selection of pillowcases at the grand store, i headed off to the sushi bar.

it was still early in the afternoon, and the sushi-men were still setting up for this evening’s madness. i took a seat at the sushi bar, expecting a quiet dinner entertained only by the plastic container full of tiny crabs in front of me. instead, two very blonde, very bubbly girls sashayed through the door and promptly sat down right next to me. immediately, the peroxide twins began their song–

oh sushi-man, you’re so cute, aren’t i cute?
he’s so cute.
=giggle=
oh i date such ugly guys.
why do i pick such ugly guys?
=giggle=
oh my god he’s so cute, such nice eyes.
he’s so cute.
=giggle=
don’t put any raw fish in that! i’m so picky.
but i’m cute.
=giggle=
all the guys i like have such problems.
my whole family has problems.
people without family problems have problems.
=giggle=
i’m so hot. i’m all grown up.
i’m glad i’m not some hyper little 17 year old.
i grew up young. i’m so glad.
=giggle=

and the beat goes on.

two twenty-something boys came in and sat on the other side of me– which inspired the twins to let forth a flood of flirtatious giggles and lopsided sexual inuendos. the boys let forth a barage of cheap jokes and grunts that reeked of testosterone and japanese beer. the witty exchange, complete with lengthy discussions of reptiles and revealing clothing, lasted for about an hour or so– until the boys had to get back to work.

and i had the best seat in the house.

in all, dinner was entertaining and quite tasty. the sushi-man whipped up some fabulous things for me and i sucked down two obscenely tall glasses of a fabulously fruity, unsweetened ice tea.

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tomorrow IS another day, though– ripe with opportunities. the most exciting of which is a possible run in with Mahboob.

for now, i sit.