I'm chicken!

You Are Chicken

Bah! You're hardly meat. But you are quite popular, and people aspire to taste like you. You're probably quite skinny and free of vices. Except letting people eat your eggs.

What Kind of Meat Are You?

Clearing the air

So. My laptop got stolen. Three days after I blogged about seeing a drug deal, my laptop got stolen. I guess a lot of people would say I should have seen something like this coming or that I live in a really shitty neighborhood. But I didn't and I don't really. I live in a not-bad neighborhood and who expects their stuff to get stolen in a not-bad neighborhood...or even at all? So it was a complete shock when Marcus called Eric at dinner and said he needed to talk to me (I had forgotten my phone at home). We were at Oregano's celebrating a well-executed choir performance, enjoying our garlic bread. Eric handed me the phone and Marcus told me my computer had been stolen. He said that he was really sorry, but he thought he'd left the back door unlocked and that someone came in, took my laptop (and nothing else) and left. He sounded really solemn and sad and like he was expecting a big scene or hysterics from me. But I felt fine, really. My mom and my sister didn't get how I could be so calm about the whole thing, but really, I didn't feel violated in any way. Someone had looked at my house, found the door unlocked, took the only thing of value he could see, and left. If he had stolen my underwear or slashed my bed apart with a razor or written "die, bitch!" on my wall, then I'd be scared. But this was just a theft of my stuff, not of my person. It sucks, and I'm going to make sure the doors are locked all the fucking time now (like I didn't before!), but to me, this crime isn't threatening, just unfortunate. So that's what happened with my laptop. I guess maybe its time to move.

In other news, for a good laugh, go here

I think I may have just seen a drug deal

I live on the edge of a nice neighborhood. For those of you familiar with Tucson, I live in Catalina Vista. Its midtown, but with old nice homes full of families and yuppies and people with fancy dogs. But I think, despite that, I just saw a drug deal go down across the street from my house.
A guy pulled up in his car and another man approached him. They exchanged something (I couldn't tell what) and then the guy who approached walked away. The car pulled away and the guy got onto a bike and rode off carrying a large plastic grocery bag which I don't think he had when he approached the car.
I'm usually pretty naive about these things. I drove down Van Buren Street in Phoenix and didn't see a single prostitute. I didn't get it when a guy on the street offered us pot the other night. I usually need these things explained to me. But that was pretty darn conclusive. Even to me.

Shit.