I rode my bike to Green Apple Books today and traded in some books for "25 Cats Name Sam... & Holy Cats by Andy Warhol's Mother". Hooray! A middle aged lady, veering towards gothicness, told me I had a strong aura and wouldn't I like a psychic reading. The Richmond is ethnic in a far more interesting way than the Mission. I also window shopped a fish store and a plant store. In two separate incidents I almost crashed into dogs off their leash. One was a small yappy looking white precious dog and the other a Golden Retreiver. So I am right that those are two of the dumbest kinds of dogs. Why would an animal swerve right into the path of a large, swiftly moving wheeled contraption? Don't they have survival instincts?
UPDATE: Sorry if that sounded mean, dogs. ALSO: I bought Pocky at the Chinese Supermarket, then played with a cat named Monkey at the nursery. How serendipitous!!!???!!!
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