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Rain, rain, rain. More and more rain. It is so hard to think when all I can see out the window is the distorted world outside as it appears through tiny rivulets that run this way and that down the pane. Not that I should complain, mind you, I have longed for something other than the dirty, noise infested New York I have been so eager to leave for so long. I love New York, to be sure, the metropolitan allure, the cosmopolitan advantage, those are attributes I have incorporated into myself all of my life. But it is a nasty, cold place. And much too close to "home". That is what I really needed to get away from. Home. This is home now and rain or no rain I am staying. Seattle is different, no doubt, the people seem such a hybrid cross of charm and dissidence, so full of something to tell but not willing to give it up to the "uppity New Yorker". Despite that, I love the lushness of this place, the way everything is surrounded by the emerald dye of the world outside. Its as if someone dropped this city into the middle of the jungle, we who live here predators and prey. That sounds so sinister, but it is, actually, life. Some are meant to be at the top of the food chain, so are not. I pity those who will never know the taste of privilege. I would be wasted if not for my silver spoon.
What to do today? I am not in the mood to write. I need to get out into the world and see what is going on. See what it is that drew me here from so far. I can not clearly remember what it was I had heard of Seattle, or why I chose this place to escape to, but certainly there is something here. I will go to the cafe, read the paper, watch that silly red-headed hippie chick with all the funky skin art. It amuses me the way she walks around the place so aloof and seemingly disturbed. It is almost as if waiting on the cafe customers is her ball and chain, its weight pulling whatever personality there is within that lithe body down to the bottom of her feet. What a pity. She's really a most beautiful young girl, so extraordinary and actually quite animated even without the body art. Henna... the new fad. Alternative to tattooing. I guess the chemical equivalent would be like smoking cloves versus smoking herb. Ha! Even here nothing is real. And by God if I don't find a decent boutique in this place I am going to go nuts! The shopping is pathetic thus far. Doubt Ms. "I'm too trendy to commit to the real thing" with her long skirts and pathetic ballet slippers, would know where to find Prada. The ignorance of people. Blue collar so bothers me. But I guess I will have to get used to it. Definitely not upper class Manhattan, this Seattle. Think I have a taste of culture shock. Daddy would be so pleased! HA!
Ok... I am going, but what to wear? Not suede, the rain will wreak un-repairable havoc on such a fine leather. Not silk...would hate to be seen with water marks on a dress. Oh...definitely the tailored Gucci pants and the wild, oh-so-blue Versace blouse. Definitely. Will show this town just what fashion is all about. Fucking hillbillies will probably freak out. Don't think they understand anything but flannel. Well, surprise, surprise...no flannel here. Idiots.
Fuck, I forgot to make an appointment at the salon. I really must have these nails done again. Bet if I offer an extra $100 someone will fit me in today. Yes. I will go after my coffee. I really need to subscribe to this leaflet they call a paper. Otherwise I am going to make a habit of going to the Cafe every day. God forbid.