Sick of myself.


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The best thing in my life right now is my Tuesday early morning commute, and getting the most amazing view of the sunrise reflected in the midtown skyline (while the nighttime lights are still on!). Then the train and its wide-open Newark industrial/pastoral scenery, listening to Red House Painters while feeling like I could fall off the side of ( Read more... )

I proclaimed dissatisfaction with life once again while I watched Katrina footage all ( Read more... )

What a crappy day. Though I feel like I've just been waiting, expecting something else frightening to happen. The world is not, and was not ever, a safe place ( Read more... )

Sprats cut himself and bled last night, just from being awkward!!!!! I cleansed the wound with vodka and then put flour on it (I swear to you this was not as inept as it sounds, I am just very crafty). I really hate dealing with babies, inhuman or otherwise. I also hate dealing with rat-sized mice (I'm crossing my fingers here...mice, please, MICE ( Read more... )

Weirdest weekend. Saturday was a pretty much boys-only sample sale day (aside from my new fruity headband), for the men in my life who dress far better than me. Then it was onto a lovely, relaxing, delicious-jungle-juice-filled BBQ at Vincent Gallo's sister's boyfriend's home (saddest attempt ever at a name-drop, but it's funny and they were very ( Read more... )

I sewed the Mishka Mr. T for this, which is amazing and horrifying at the same time (up till July!!). For some reason I didn't take pictures of the completed guy with his t-shirt and earrings, but here he is half-naked.


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Once again it's white braless tank top weather, which means I get to see men fan theyselves on the street and freak out (not at me but in general). It's hilarious and I hope I see some hand-biting or finger-licking this year. Misha and I went to the store the other day and all we bought was juice, popsicles, and watermelon. The heat came on so ( Read more... )

The addition of a new baby birdie to my household has sent my mothering urges into overdrive. I am feeling constant pangs of guilt over leaving the poor scaredy all alone, feeling swells of pride whenever he does something new (like manage to climb over a stuffed animal), and also I am spontaneously lactating everywhere. Baby name is Sprats, which ( Read more... )

I've started working out regularly, and low and behold, I actually have a butt. It was hiding all these years but has decided to start to emerge. If it sees its own shadow, I wonder if it will stay. Sadly this is skinniest/healthiest I've been since before high school. I'm really not too sad but I'm a little afraid of being the attractive woman for ( Read more... )