occupants

the things that have currently taken up residence in my mind, like uninvited couch surfers who refuse to leave, eat all your food and have sex in your bed without asking:

* the woman in the apartment next door rescued a dog that had been used as a bait dog to train pit bulls to fight. which is lovely of her to do. except that whenever she leaves it alone, it cries and cries. I don't know what the solution is, because even if she is gone for a couple of hours it sits and howls in there. I can't write her a note without it just sounding like I'm being a grouch. what solution is there? she can't stay at home all the time. but the howling!

* I've hit that cycle in hair maintenance where I am once again obsessed with getting bangs. is it a bad sign that every hair dresser I've ever asked has strongly recommended my not going the bangs route? as jeff says, "you don't want to look like a bowling ball". and yet.

* I've been choking sometimes when I swallow. or choking on nothing; my spit just goes down the wrong pipe. isn't this one of the early signs of parkinson's?

* there's cellulite on my ass and thighs. I can see it. I don't want to, but I can.

* there's an old lady who sometimes sits in the lobby of our apartment building all day. she sits there with a couple of shopping bags, and just sits and stares out. sometimes, she wears a low-cut top and one of her breasts flops out. I don't even know if she notices. but that just can't mean anything good.

* what's up with people with missing teeth lately? is it a trend? don't people fill in teeth what've fallen out anymore? I'm talking people in their 30s. with big holes in their grins.

* when I was 5 or 6, I fell and lodged a pencil lead in my leg. I forgot about it until about 20 years later when it slowly worked its way out. it did NOT look like a pencil lead anymore. what else is my body going to spit out when I least suspect?

* am I boring?