She works at Pikes Place...

Don't know if she changes shifts with anyone, but she was there the Friday before last. She's in her early twenties, at the most, dark brown hair, maybe dyed...didn't really look, kinda on the thin side. She works at Everything Lavender, which is towards the back by this seating area overlooking the Sound (there's a stairway across from it, leading down, with fish painted on the sides).

I was trying to pick out either essential oil, lotion, or perfume oil...and she's talking on her cellphone with a guy. I'm guessing it was an ex-boyfriend, or a guy she was dating. She must have thought that I was too absorbed in picking something out, but I'm good at giving that impression when I want to be ignored.

She kept saying, "I just want you to get it together..." in between long pauses.

You know, at first, I wanted to commend her for taking her life back from someone who was causing her whatever deep complications which warrented a break up, or end to the dating. She seemed so level-headed as she spoke with him. Then, I started getting the feeling that she was just keeping him at a distance long enough to give him the message that she wasn't going to take whatever drama he was inflicting upon her.

Of course, I took the entire conversation to finally pick out an item. *insert look of inocence*

Wonder if she's back with him now. Wonder if he's learned his lesson.

Wonder if I should've bought the lotion, too. Nah. I need an excuse to go back...

She was right. The stuff there is addicting.

Spokesperson for the Soy Sauce Oppressed

If you'll excuse the expression, it's been "eating away at me". I did a Google search on Seattle blogs. I looked this one up:"You don't have to read", and the guy, with another blog titled: you don't have to eat, had a post where he stated that eating soy sauce on rice was gross (to people who were actually Chinese or Asian, or whatever). I guess he's full-blooded Asian, or something. Anyway, I cringed when I read that particular segment. I mean, I am now at a point where I can admit that I was deeply stung (okay, it hurts where I banged my head on the desk because I was laughing so hard).

Did I mention that I sometimes obsess over the stupidest things?

This was days ago, but not-that-far-in-the-back of my mind, I want to start an oline uprising of people who enjoy eating plain steamed rice drenched in soy sauce. That, or rekindle an uprising of "uppetty Americans who abuse food in general (sometimes just to get across the meaning of what it is to be an American) ".

In all honesty, however, I'm just searching for a worthwhile diversion that I could use to justify not starting on the house cleaning that I need to get to work on.