it rained. i guess i wished a little TOO hard. i got stuck in the epic september soak, and i don't think i will ever forget it. within 20 seconds, the avenues were flooded with calf-high water. i bounded across eighth avenue, dodging about five speeding cars in 4-inch heels. who does that? who wears those?
miracle of miracles, a cab pulled over.
"thank you so much, you saved my life!"
"sweet-haaat, i'm pullin' ova cause i'm tryin' to get a slize-a pizza."
"here," i said, thrusting my bag of chips up front. "have these. we have no time. i must get to the armory in 15 minutes."
and we were off.
we munched and gabbed about the day like old friends.
on NPR this morning they discussed (at great length), the consequences of working at the WTC site, post-9.11. and it's terrible, really. everyone ran for cover, except the people who rescued us and saved our city. and now their health has been compromised. i wish i could fix it. i worry for my friends, too. the ones who lived downtown. the city was burning for days and weeks. there's no way they were breathing healthy air.
but let's not dwell.
on a (much) lighter note, carmen electra shook her booty in my face tonight at the 2xist show. i had to fan myself. no, not because of her -- the brazilian supermales.
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So, what was it like to have Carmen Electra shake her ass in your face? I will never know.
she is a super duper wee person with a full head of doll hair. she's hot in a child pageant princess kind of way. if you know what i mean.
Funny. On TV, she looks like a giant.
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