Wednesday, April 30, 2008

"would it make you feel better if i sent you a picture of my dick wearing a sombrero?"

yeah shouldnt have come back.
sick of it.

eh. the coffee is better. the soymilk is divine. there was a hearty tomato soup today and some minor research on blake. they changed the color of the metrocard logo to green. it's a statement that the loving and caring mta gives a shit about the environment. ok i'll roll with it. i saw a bentley on lex today crookedly parked with a scratch on the bumper. i snickered. fuck your bentley. fuck it! i'd put that bitch on diesel roller skates and have a ball bombing a hill in neutral.


you know. there's a reason i turned to blues. "you know you wrecked my life and you are the one to blame" sounds so much better coming out the speakz with a pianer rather than a blastbeat.

i had this dream about someone i'd rather not. you know what thats like? you try and get rid of someone and they seem so far away and it might actually be possible to escape their claws.. and then you wake up and they're just about in bed next to you. i had one dream a few years ago about hiding in a bathroom stall with someone and it seemed like the lengthiest dream. i couldn't shake it for days. look i'm talking about it now.
the dream last night involved matter of the heart. i did something bad and woke up GUILTY. i felt it in my heart. like when you taste your own blood and you don't see the wound - you just think...iron. im bleeding delicious iron.

Friday, April 25, 2008

I am flying back to New York tomorrow and I'd rather not.

Sunday, April 06, 2008

mourning doves.

We used to leave our air conditioners in year-round but someone took mine out this winter. I forget who it was, probably my father when he came over to visit.
Last spring, some birds constructed a next underneath it. They would howl and screech and often I would turn the AC on to scare them because at five in the morning, it could get really, really annoying.

This spring they're back. Problem for them: my air conditioner is gone and they are VERY confused. They keep returning to my sill as if to say: "no no wait wait this WAS the spot I swear."

Then about a week ago, I noticed that they weren't just those twerpy little birdies that scuttle around so regularly in brush. They were mourning doves. Their cries led me to investigation and wikipedia informed me of some interesting info.
They build in urban places, are monogamous and return to the same places to nest.
Aw!

They were preening each other. I guess she's already knocked up and needs a nest to lay in.

I've been considering writing a blog about my auto immune disease. Not many people are diagnosed with what I have at such a young age. I've been battling this since I was seven and now, sick again, I can't seem to explain to people exactly what is WRONG with me. I have health insurance now, so I plan on going to my specialist v. soon. Developments have also arisen at school. I am a student for life.