innocent bystander //a weblog

12:02 AM:

mhm, cute guy— down at the jewish deli. i could see some fantastic cheekbones under the hood of the sweatshirt he was wearing, as i was on my way out. do you ever get that sort of half-smile, where you don't want to let on you're smiling, but the subject is just impossible to frown at? ahh, i half-smiled at him as i walked out the door. he did a double-take.

a real beater of a car parks next to mine in my carport now. there was some cardboard (or severely rusted metal sheeting) hanging off its undercarriage, and the windshield is, well, shattered. i got less concerned, however, after i overheard its owner talking to to Luis, the slightly eccentric, old but spry spaniard that lives in apartment one: "she doesn't look like a lot, but i'll have her fixed up in no time." i also caught said owner lovingly polishing its trunk in the driveway saturday. sometimes people are just so lovely.

is Presidente brandy any good? it tastes good.