I've got 13 boxes packed, & I'm not moving till Saturday. I'm still a bundle of nerves about it. It's clearly time for a walk.
Today, lugging five bulky cardboard boxes home from a liquor store, dressed in ratty jeans, primas, & a baby-tee so old it's turned from black to grey in places, with my hair all messy & unbrushed, I got very obviously cruised by a cute girl with heart earrings. As in, she stopped in the middle of the street and gave me the Unmistakable Once-Over, including the Big Smile, the Wink, and the Nod. I grinned and blushed and nodded back -- you know, the usual way shy girls like me respond to cruising.
It was only upon reaching my apartment that I was like, "Wait, wha? Really? Today of all days, I get cruised walking down Valencia Street? Huh. Okay!" Apparently Frazzled Is The New Sexy? Or apparently I'm Too Sexy For This Moving Stress, Too Sexy for This Moving Stress? Or maybe she could tell that I was stressed out and wanted to give a stranger a little thrill? Who knows. Whatever the case, it was nice. Thanks, Hot Heart Earrings Girl, wherever you are.