Monday, May 26, 2008
This is the shirt I was wearing a few weeks ago when I gave myself a concussion. So. Concussion shirt. I'm going to soak it in hydrogen peroxide to see if I can't the the blood out.
I had a perfectly typical Queens moment while attempting to secure the peroxide: I go to the Rite Aid on Broadway, get the sundries--shampoo, conditioner, deodorant--and walk down the first aid aisle....no hydrogen peroxide. All out. Witch hazel, yes, rubbing alcohol, yes. Peroxide no.
I once went into a liquor store on Broadway just a few blocks down from the Rite Aid. They didn't have any gin. Liquor store, no gin.
"Astoria: it has everything you could ever possibly want or need...except when you want or need it."
That's my roommate's saying. Funny stuff.