..::09.06.06::..
i'm trying to figure out what kind of day i'm about to have. i'm waffling at the moment between bad and odd. i think i'll go with the latter. a few reasons why...
the dictionary defines a banana as an elongated usually tapering tropical fruit with soft pulpy flesh enclosed in a soft usually yellow rind. it says nothing about its explosive properties. and it does indeed mention that it is enclosed. i thought the fruit to be generally appetizing and it sounded rather good this morning. i'll go so far as to say delightful. i had three. i put one in my bag. because of what i'm about to tell you, i'm going to name said banana. this may disturb or comfort you. i'll call him charles. charles was most likely plucked at a ripe and tender age off of a tree somewhere in south america. he made it many miles in a truck. then a crate and through various forms of transportation while still maintaining his strength and youthful appearance. unlike myself, charles did not bruise easily. this morning when i asked him to join my team, perhaps a tinge of cruelty on my part as i planned on eating him, he looked better than ever. i put him in a soft bag. he seemed happy. i didn't overpack it. i took the train. minded the crowd to avoid making charles uncomfortable. walked about a half mile--not too briskly--wouldn't want to make charles sick. moments ago i decided was charles time to meet his destiny. unfortunately he'd tricked me. a suicide bomber he was. a terrorist of fruits. the bastard had killed himself and decided to spread his guts all over the inner lining and contents of my bag. how charles managed to annihilate his being to the point at which i last saw it...is beyond me. which leaves me wondering...odd....or bad?
reason two for the argument in odd: i'm having a party on saturday. this is the same day for the big naked bike ride. naked being without clothes. this is illegal in chicago...riders are encouraged to sport body paint, or my personal favorite...a boa. in reading an article i was especially amused that last year people were arrested by undercover cops. which leaves me thinking that in order to be undercover in a sea of naked bikers...you yourself must be naked right? how did that one shake down at the station i wonder. hrm.
