I did critical mass today and the police were there immediately arresting people for riding their bikes in the street. I've eaten many french fries covered in cheese, one day I will be overweight and tired and need to take an suv everywhere, down the street to the stop and shop to get more cheese and fries ( Read more... )

A week ago I had dinner with my 92 year old grandma Nancy's house in the Bronx. I told her that I went to see Brokeback Mountain. She is almost deaf - "Mouse ( Read more... )

Loretta ate the poison behind the stove and died, we cannot find her anywhere. It smells like she's in the wall behind the fridge. Nikki would rather not speculate. We tried hard with the humane box traps and peanut butter and it's sad that it comes to this. Emerson wrote that there is no greater miracle than a mouse ( Read more... )

An hour after my last post I was in bed. I was just fading into sleep when it happened. The pitter patter of small feet crashing on the wood floor. It was as loud as a marching band. It clawed at my garbage can and sounded like it was doing back flips and summersalts, a mouse flying through the dark air and crashing onto the floor. I shot up ( Read more... )

I saw Spike Lee speak yesterday. He had on a leopard beret and matching glasses. He wore tight jeans up high and was not tall. He talked nostalgically about old street games he played as a child in Brooklyn, I can't remember any of the names. He doesn't let his kids play video games. I liked the way he paused, repeated the amazingly dumb part ( Read more... )

I'm making money selling gyros and whatever else your Greek needs are. I'm biking to class. I'm taking class: Detective Fiction, Queer in Theory / Queer in Practice, American "Romantics", and Spanish Translation. I'm living in a century old home with Nikki Karam. There are interesting wooden shelves, and other wood things. I'm flying.soon.To ( Read more... )

My world it moves so fast today the past it seems so far away and life squeezes so tight that I can´t breath and everytime I´ve tried to be what someone else thought of Me so caught up I wasn´t able to achieve but deep in My heart the answer it was in Me and I made up My mind to define My own destiny

I went to a bar last night. It was the kind where you have to know someone to get in. He knocks on the big door, smiles at the security camera, and you go in. They were playing Le Tigre in there - an entire album of their older stuff ( Read more... )

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I'm starting to feel the squeeze. It's starting to stretch me - stress me out. It's too bad I love to get up after - noon, eat only when my stomach crawls and scratches at me for maccaroni, shower when my smell begins to put me off because my face is mashed into my body in some horrific yoga position. I can't read a whole book, I never have.