More filming of Once Upon a Time at Steveston today. You know how sometimes I meet a Prince Charming?
Well, today I wasn't so lucky - today I saw one of the Seven Dwarfs. I don't know which one, but I don't think it really matters. Although the one who was walking across the street was wearing a red hat, so it may have been this one.
And as you can see, he ain't no Prince Charming. But then I imagine he would look at me and think, She ain't no Sleeping Beauty.
On a totally different subject I have trouble knowing irony. I think a lot of people do - thinking stuff is ironic when it's not. However, I think what I saw on the sky train on the way home was indeed ironic. Correct me if I'm wrong - it was a young guy fast asleep holding a big can of Red Bull. Ironic, or what?
I realized this morning why morning commutes are so yucky. First of all, there seems to be always a smell of pot in the air, which probably comes in on somebody's clothes, and second, there always seems to be a few people hacking up their lungs.
And now, that is all she wrote.
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