Lately I have been having a hard time distinguising between freedom of self and complete carelessness. Better said, I can't tell if I am doing the things I am currently doing because I feel liberated or because I just don't give a damn about very much anymore. I feel like one of those feminist women from the 1960's, going crazy with freedom and ( Read more... )

Nope, this can't be!

I don't believe it is November.

Where is the cold breeze? Where is the snow? Where are the frozen boogies in my nose?

I kind of like this weather. I kind of like doing laundry. I don't like our laundry room. For example:


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Last night Jackie and I were going to bed so I got up to lock all the doors. Unfortunately our backdoor fell off so we have a selection of mattresses that we stuff it with in the meantime. It's okay. It's safe. There is another door after that one. So I locked/stuffed the door and suddenly we heard quite a lot of noise that sounded quite a lot like ( Read more... )

I used to throw the words "I Love You" around like it was no other. I think it all began when high school was ending, and those were the best three words to say to departing friends. Better than, let's say, "Poopy poopy pickle"? Sorry, those were the first three words that popped in my head ( Read more... )

Dear Grandma ( Read more... )

There are two thoughts that have been pooling in my mind all today ( Read more... )

This morning, when I walked to the subway platform, with my "BIGGIE" Newsprint Pad, it was forty four degrees outside. I only had on a thin hoodie, so I was shivering. Well not only a hoodie...I had jeans on too. Either way, I knew it was going to be a good day ( Read more... )

My favorite magazine to read but not purchase at the bookstore is New American Paintings. I like to read it now especially because I like to know that people actually paint and don't just masterbate on a canvas like they do at my school ( Read more... )

Ahhh yes. Another busy day at my apartment ( Read more... )

So it's better my sweet that we hover like bees 'cause there's no sure footing. No love, I believe.

Someone living down the street from me has the last name "Lovely". Either that or they thought it would be cute to stick those letters on their mailbox to confuse the mailman, and make old saps like myself sigh heavily on their car rides home.