shadow19's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A pox on you, you ice cream truck driver. Around 4 pm, the sky turned threateningly gray, and the thunder began rolling in. Cool, a storm, I thought. But it was not to be. In a bit, the skies cleared, and the rumbling died down. Which was too bad, because the thunder had been drowning out the GOD-AWFUL ice cream truck tune that repeats and repeats and repeats (did I mention that it repeats?) whenever I try to read on the patio. There outta be a law. Side note: It cannot possibly be cost-effective to drive around an ice cream truck burning gas at the rate of $2.04 per gallon while selling the VERY OCCASIONAL Bomb Pop. And the music is just pissing everybody off. I mean it. We all feel like we've been chewing on tinfoil. The days highlights? Breakfast out with some mighty fine Italian toast, and later, a deal on mascara at Target. Then a quickly planned dinner with a high school friend who rolls into town every five years or so. It's tough to cover that much ground in an evening, but we gave it our best shot. I'm feeling all talked out. So...bed. 10:37 p.m. - 2004-07-17 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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