I think I've figured out why I chose Temple as my college of choice. Its a place where I can become a disappearance, and no one will find me. That is all I want. I don't want to be recognized; I had that in high school. I can change my personality if I so choose, because no one knows me there. I'll be a cameleon, blending into my surroundings. Now, I have the choice to be who I want to be, and not worry about what my peers or mentors think. To them I'll be the Unknown...at least until Saturday afternoons when I go home.

I left work early today and I walked around Temple's campus. When I got bored, I decided to take the train into town, and I made a stop at Starbucks where two gay guys waited on me. They were shamelessly flirting--very disturbing. Now I'm eating my lunch in Rittenhouse Square...a very awesome place to chill. I'm contemplating my life, etc. A squirrel has befriended me, but I think he is only using me for my food. Christ, that is one fat pigeon. Its probably pregnant. That's just what we need in this city...more damn pigeons. This fountain is scary, but there are turtles on it so I dig it. Some crazy hippie put flowers inside the fountain. Damn hippies. A homeless man keeps hitting on me, so I'm going to move on. Hasta la vista, baby.

Author's endnote: On the way back to the train a gay man asked if I like being, "Totally pampered," because he was working for a day spa that was offering, "ten lucky ladies the chance to be totally spoiled." I turned him down, as I was on my way home. Dear God, why are there so many gay men in Philly, and why do I attract them? Why can't a straight man ever talk to me? Its not that I have a problem with gays, its just for personal reasons, I'd rather have a hot, straight man talk to me.