bethb's Diaryland Diary

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keep it like a secret

identity is weird. there's how you think of yourself and how others think of you and how you think others think of you.
so, three. three layers of identity.
i was bussing and metroing today because i can't pick up my car until after work tonight and i'm walking (well, kinda gimping. i twisted the already painful knee last night hurrying to catch the 36 bus so i could get home by 9:30 last night) through the metro corridors and now i realize i'm one of them
before in metro-land, i could be the girl with the paint on her pants and her unbrushed hair and the guided by voices tshirt owned and worn proudly since '94.
now i'm going to have to hide my GBV under sweaters if at all. i'm completely indistinguishable from the other people on the metro hurrying to jobs in sensible shoes (there is a fuck of a lot of walking and lifting heavy stuff with my job)and grey pants and a green button down shirt (which actually, is really pretty, but new and unwashed and smells weird. like....store or something. probably starch)
i am so excited to have my car back. i think i will celebrate and splurge with some of the adams morgan day money and get a much needed pedicure.

last night was a meet-the-vendors thing for CB. now i'm officially scared. people who have done the event the last few years were talking about how it's just gotten better and bigger and better and how you'll sell everything you bring. and they recommended having helpers and i don't know if i will. i will definitely need someone helping me set up even if they're just telling me to calm the fuck down

12:51 p.m. - 2007-09-12

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