February 5, 2005
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I just read my post and I sound like a “snoot,” as Mr. Burns would say. This street I found is in the heart of …well, it’s in a bad part of town. That’s the really great part about it. It’s paradise and nobody knows about it. It’s two o’clock in the afternoon and the few men around are fishing. Most of them, if they haven’t left for the weekend are in the bars. It’s just different over here. When my last boyfriend showed me the street he was talking about how cheap the houses were. I said, “No way,” ’cause not only were they were right on the river, but they were really cool. He said it was a bad part of town. So that’s why I was so pleased that the woman I talked to seemed really nice. I’m not a snoot, I just sound like it.
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I wrote a really long, rambly comment, on coffee shops, parks and trails, kids and lunch money, and was just getting to thanking you profusely for your supportive and warm and beautiful comments re: the MFA, when the comment box started doing weird things, expanding to something pages long, flickering ominously, and then the cursor started *EATING* the comment, letter by letter, going backwards, but fast, too fast for me to highlight with the mouse and save on “copy”!
The very last thing I think you sounded like was “a snoot,” btw!
xo
Thanks for stopping by and subscribing… I don’t know you well enough to know if you are a snoot or not. I will give you the benefit of the doubt. You seem nice enough to me.
you have a highly critical self-editor! you need to put it in a box, seal it w/strong tape and mail it back home…. it was a peek into a different place, beautiful and warm…. isn’t that enough?
Thanks for your comment, for subscribing and for giving me the chance to find another interesting blog to subscribe to.
A snoot? Honey, if you’re a snoot, then so am I! (And we both know I’m not even snootish! At least, I hope we know! *whispers* If not, let me know, and I’ll change my tone or something…*smile*)
What a treasured little jewel you found! We used to have a restaurant…more cafe than restaurant, although you could get the best damned green chili fries there, where everyone made me feel at home. The customers used to drive the waitresses crazy, because they’d just pick up their plates and cups and move to other tables, as people came and went. I totally loved it! Since it’s closing, there’s not been another place similar. If I ever owned a place, I would so want it to be like that one. (It didn’t meet fire saftely codes and the owners were to too cheap to want to make the necessary upgrades. *sigh*)
I’m curious where you were going with the money business. (Nothing like getting a Scorpio curious only to drop the subject!!! hehehe)
Peace and Love, Always…GFW
What’s a snoot? It sounds like someone who acts superior to others, but i’m not sure. And thanks for the comment. I think there’s a fine line between be self-loathing, self-depricating, self-effacing, and modesty. But that part of my character is pretty deeply ingrained. Lot’s of things have happened to me in my life–mostly insignificant compared to the woes of many others–but enough to affect my personality… gee, maybe I should make this into a post…
u are no snoot…u did not sound like one
reserved matbe…I *smile*