I always wished I looked like my mom when I was a kid.  Straight white-blonde hair, blue eyes, beautiful.  Of course I didn't look much like my dad either, dark thick black hair, tan, green eyes.  I'm the mutt.  I got this sort of wavy, curly brown hair, brown eyes, and a sad look I have to constantly fight to free myself from.  My mom was always strong and ambitious and my dad was always wild and funny.  I don't think I absorbed anything from either of them.  How can the apple fall so far away from the tree?

 
I missed my stop on the bus today.  I had to walk back two blocks.  The fog is thick and heavy again today and the droplets of moisture swirl in the air.  I pulled the hood of my sweater up over my head and walked on.  I really need to make something happen soon.  I saw the pictures from ID.  I'm in a few, er a lot of them.  I'm displeased.   I am too white, and too skinny and... too drunk!  This Friday I'll wear something classy.