so, im off to meet Wil for brunch, a small gathering to wish Peter goodluck. He was accepted to this traveling theatre troupe, and leaves soon. lucky boy. Thats at someplace called "The Bar" on Smith Street. Then I have to met James at his restaurant in Chelsea. It's all about a budget and coffee for me. I swiped 2 gold dollars out of Jamie's coin jar. I'll get him back tonight. I feel guilty about it even though I know he wont care and would say yes if i asked. (I did not ask because I've already called him at work today once, and they sorta frown on that...you know how jobs can be.) I have this guilty conscience that way. This morning he said that he was missing some money from last night, and I immediately felt like as if I had to prove myslef innocent, or something. Of course we went though it, and after subtracting the amount for 2 rounds of beer, and 4 1$ pool games, it seemed the amount in his pocket was correct after all. (Yay, gotta love late night spending).
so, yes, im off to catch the A train. Im wearing my favorite dress: a Delia's dress: black with straps that criss cross in the back and tie. With "Goddess" scripted in clear beads overlaying pink fabric, across the chest. the only thing is i ALWAYS get harassed by guys on the street. "Hey goddess..." "hey baby, come be my goddess" "goddess, huh...arrogant!"
stupid. so, especially in this hood, where james is, i feel very protective and on edge when I walk around. Even though it's hot, ill wear my black hoodie over my dress until I get onto the train. sad, isnt it.