"ma'am..."

last week wednesday, i was heading to the land registry in milton to do some research for work. the land registry office is located on the second floor of the municipal courthouse building where police cars (and subsequently police) abound and lawyers and perps are always in and out. i had dressed like i normally do for a day at the office, and i walked in the front door and placed my bag on the table for inspection by security guards before i walked through the metal detector. the security guard lady looks at me and asks "ma'am, are you council?" umm...no, no i'm not, but thanks!! ha, so apparently when i dress for work, i look like a lawyer.

ode to stan smith.

oh my stan smiths,
so shiny and new
you made me so glad
but now i am blue

i wore you to work
and walk, yes i did
all over the town
the big T.O. grid

so green and so white
i wore you with pride
but after a week
i felt a tear slide

first, dirt on the sole
then grease on the top
i tried everything,
even a mop

but nothing could do
to make you again,
a joy in my life
so this is the end.



(i love my adidas
but i have heard rumors
it looks to me now
i have to try pumas)