I saw an old lady die today.
She was walking across the street, in a crosswalk, and a car hit her and she rolled up on the windshield and off it onto the pavement. Dude was going about 40-45mph, I'd say.
Blew her fuckin' shoes off.
I was walking home from Pete's house after watching an entertaining movie and smoking some good pot. I was going to go get some teriyaki chicken from the Bento Company (no, that's the name of the place) down the street from my apartment in the ghetto. If the rest of my day had not gone so well, this would have been what they refer to as "a serious buzz-kill". It didn't really bother me, though. I think that's probably the result of watching Greeks thrust spears through Persian abdomens for 90 minutes. It may also be because, since coming to live in The City, I have grown to hate cars more than I ever have before. This incident was just validation of the loathing I feel for these giant metal boxes that have taken over the streets.
Neccessary evil and all that, I suppose.
Oh well. I got a job today. And I got bento.
Roommate shit still sucks. I cannot wait to move out. I hope he doesn't fuck with the people I bring over to try and take over my part of the lease. I am really, really sick of this shit.
Apart from that, shit's peachy.