"If I had nine of my fingers missing I wouldn't type any slower." Mitch Hedburg

Let's be honest. Blogs are pretty lame. Who honestly gives a rat's ass what some bum said to me on the street or what inner epiphany I happen to be experiencing or what band i'm totes stoked about seeing. Should I keep spouting nonsense now that my whole reason for writing this silly thing is over (eh hmmm road trip? I think it ended awhile ago right?) As a friend of mine just asked, "are you worried about the readership?" Errr by readership, I think he means my dear family and closest friends who are somewhat obligated to pay attention due to my absence from their lives (I still can't even get my sister to read it). Well...the only other option is to stop writing so I guess I will keep chugging along until someone calls me out for being vainglorious or self indulgent, and in that case I will probably just agree and then blog about them and their shitty attitude : )
Coincidences. The next time I have to fill out one of those gay questionnaires about likes and dislikes I am definitely going to file coincidences under likes. They are awesome.
I had to drop into my local copy shop today to print some final forms to obtain my CA CMT license and copy my ID. The store was totally empty except for the owner (an adorable Indian woman who was nervously looking over my shoulder as I searched the internet...I guess no quick porn peeks for me in this joint) and another mid twenties looking girl who resembled me (or me her, I dunno). As I was cashing out with the nervous shop owner, she accidentally handed me the other girls form. The form read "Smith College Social Work Program Loan Application". That's weird, my mother was in the exact same program and used to drag me to classes with her constantly when I was just a whipper snapper. I handed the girl her form and struck up a convo about Smith and why she was in the Bay area. She said she was just home for a break and was trying to get loans to start summer school there (Northampton, MA that is and for those of you who don't know, Smith is a relatively small, all female college in a small liberal town). She was equally as surprised at the little connection and we had a little chat about New England and the mission, she lives on my block)...then out of nowhere the little owner lady chimes in saying "My daughter went to college at Smith in 2002, I never heard of it before she went." We both immediately replied with a somewhat surprised look and agreed that it was pretty rad how three women in California all had a significant connection to one tiny school on the "other" coast. The nervous owner soon turned into a mother figure of sorts and offered us fruit, life lessons and warnings about San Francisco men. After about 20 minutes of chatting and learning about one another, the other girl and I exited the small store and each gave the shop owner a hug...i'm not sure exactly why, but it just felt right.
So far, it's these moments that have put a smile on my face the most on rainy, cold days like today. Month 1 is almost up and i'm still floatin on a cloud.