Jawa and her white-eyeliner-ed eyes are checking me out. She likes when these fingers type ( Read more... )

Oh, thanks for everything. The snow. This is nice, all of the aitch-two-oh made cold, tracks and prints and squashed lumps of white on street corners and parking lots, limp on grass, sloping coated hills. Gliding through it with rubber soles ( Read more... )

Well, just the other night I sauntered down the front steps of the house, out to M's car, and as I was opening the driver's side door to get inside, someone zoomed past the car, so close to me and enraging me so much that I slammed the driver's door, screaming "You ASSFACE" with my fist raised. This street isn't very busy but it seems like everyone ( Read more... )

OOhhhh.... I'm so freaked, with one arm wrapped around M ( Read more... )

Having some champagne, cuz' it's M's birthday! In the house, blasting Jessica Bailiff (if you can call it blasting), and watching Jawa run sideways with her back arched. At Santos ( Read more... )

I'm excited. Tomorrow we're having a compost open house, at Edge Hill Road. Food and a slide show. This sounds boring but I'm excited that this whole shebang may get started, and community gardens and citywide composting may be closer to happening ( Read more... )

Today- off. Jawa is passed out on my left forearm, making typing fun ( Read more... )

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Tonight, smoking with a jacket on. It's chilly in here, this is an old house.


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It's time to breathe a little life into my little diary here. Hello to all readers ( Read more... )