Dump Truck and Wine

yikes!

at a wine bar in pike place in a sweet little alley near Pike Place Market in Seattle, and a dump truck has parked itself right next to me, fangs out!

Waiting for the wifi to get itself together,  making an entry here while I sip a lovely local Rosé. Smoking a vacation cigarette.

just spoke to M, so I don’t miss her too much- the personal time is pretty lovely actually. When this dump truck finishes its business, I’ll be even happier.

Thrilled to be away from the constant comments about how expensive everything is! Mom and Sis live in a totally different world than I am used to!

Trying to find myself a hotel for the night- I hope it’s not too difficult. If this wifi keeps being so slow I’ll have to move on.

There’s something intimate about typing diary entries that doesn’t happen when I write by hand… almost like typing is less pathetic… maybe I’m just used to having typed messages read all the time by others… emails and such.

Ach! The dump truck is loud.

I love sitting here looking for gay people to admire. Ladies are looking quite interesting to me these days. I can’t imagine who my next partner will be, but I like the fantasies.

I have to add a little to the personal I wrote the other night:

Looking for:

Likes: Art and Reading.
Dislikes: Arguments unless they’re necessary.

Just now I’ve met a girl who gave me her email: xxxxxx@ooo.com. She gave me my bearings on the map, and she thought I was trying to pick her up. How cute! I liked overhearing her conversation, for sure, she was salty.

Got to get going, there is a lot to see! I’ve decided on Fremont, a neighborhood who’s motto is “Freedom to be Strange” Can’t wait!