The neverending stories

Where the hell have I been??

2005-09-04T08:42:00.000-07:00

I ask myself this a lot lately. I have no concrete answers. None at all. The desire to write just left me. It flew away for a few weeks. But I feel like It's coming back a bit. We'll see.

So much has happened over the last few weeks. My usual problem with Time Warner cable has continued. Yes, believe it! This time though, I finally have an answer. Some cheap fuck who lives in the apartment building next door to me put a splitter on MY cable line so that he may have free cable. My cable line is on the roof and the buildings are attached so it's very easy for someone to go to their roof and just walk over to mine. Fucker. All one has to do after the nifty little splitter is attached is run the cable line into their apartment, buy a modem, attach the cable to the modem and hell, while you're at it, attach it to your tv as well and there you have it! Free cable tv and internet.

So, his theivery is fucking with my signal, thereby interupting with my service. The only solution is for Time Warner to run my line into the backyard. The problem with this is they need to have access to the backyard AND to the illegal basement apartment below me where a woman who speaks very little english resides. My spanish is very basic and it would be nearly impossible for me to explain all of this to her. The other problem is that in order to get to the backyard, I have to go through my neighbor's apartment who lives behind me. What does this all mean? It means I have to try and coordiante a time when they are both home. I have to ask them to stay home for 4 fuckin hours, since that it the usual window of time given, in order for Time Warner to come barging through their apartments so that I may have a stable internet and digital phone connection. Hmmm....do you think this will really happen?

I have done one thing to combat the fucker. I disconnected my wireless router and have gone back to using the ethernet cable. I had a feeling that since he was stealing everything else, he was no doubt using my wireless signal. Since I don't know how to make it a secured connection anyone one can use it. Not anymore! And you know...since I have done this, my connection has been stable. Haha! It does feel good, I tell you.

I have more stories to tell but need to ease back into this slooowwwly.

Oh, and I noticed that I have decided, without a doubt, that my cable thief is a guy. Something to think about.

A piece of happiness realized.

2005-08-14T23:56:00.000-07:00

Today, one of my items from my 'list of things I want to do' was realized. If I knew how to link you to the post, I would. But I don't know how. Anyway, it was about allowing myself to get completely soaked during a downpour. I have in the past wanted to do this very badly, but have always felt the need to run away...to get out of the rain. Not so today.

I was on my way home from a lovely weekend in Fire Island. I took a cab from the Flatbush Avenue station in Brooklyn. The rain was well on its way, according to the sky. The thunder was rumbling as I sat in the cab and I found myself getting excited about the possibilities. I was almost home, and then it happened. The rain came down. Hard. I asked the driver to leave me a few blocks from my house so that I may finally get to live my dream. He seemed somewhat uncomfortable about it and offered me a seat in the car until the rain stopped. Are kidding me, I thought?? This moment is exactly what I have been waiting for. And so, I got out and walked. Slowly. In the heavy downpour. People were hiding under storefronts and I couldn't understand why they did not want to get out there and get soaked. I enjoyed every moment so fully that it almost felt as if the rain wasn't hitting me...but was everywhere around me. It was an amazing experience.

And so, I get to knock one off my list. Soon, I will get to knock another off my list. My friend R and I are going to take flight in a balloon very soon. We are going to do it as a celebration of our birthdays, which are one month apart...so this will most likely take place in late September. I can't wait. R, I'm so glad we are friends!

Cheers!

You,

2005-08-14T23:35:00.000-07:00

Inspire me, make me smile, make me feel safe, make me laugh, make me feel beautiful, make me feel special, make me dizzy, make me want to be fully me, make me open, make me believe, and make me realize that all things are possible.

Thank you...so much.

I'm so happy to be back.

2005-08-09T13:40:00.000-07:00

Ladies and Gentlemen:

I am at this very moment typing this post from my house, on a super fast and flawless cable internet connection with the soft glow of my television and the hum of The Food Network delightfully playing in the background. Need I say more?

Due to severe sleep deprivation, I am going to take a short nap as soon as I am done with this post.

Good Afternoon all.

I Won!!

2005-08-08T10:18:00.000-07:00

Yes! I finally won the war with Time Warner. I made them come today to fix my cable internet (3rd times a charm?) instead of Wednesday...well you know the story if you read the post below. I wouldn't get off the phone otherwise. And finally, after sitting on hold for 20 minutes, they caved in. I told them that they had to squeeze me in. I left them no other option. I also said something to the effect of "well if I was famous I'm sure you would have someone come out today, wouldn't you"? I was a major bitch and they wanted to oil the squeaky wheel very badly. HA! I feel good. So good that it doesn't even matter that I am sitting out here with my big laptop looking like a weird person. I am weird I guess. Weird and strange. Yes.

Wow, it's happening again!

2005-08-08T10:12:00.000-07:00

Yes, it is. No one will believe this, I'm sure. Guess where I am?? No, guess! Isn't this fun?! Yes...No... Kind of...I am sitting outside on the benches in front of a bar ("The Mark Bar"...they have free wireless internet) around the corner from my apartment. "Good lord"! you say? "Why"? you ask...yes, yes these are all very good questions. Well, I'm sitting out here on a hot day, with my laptop, looking like a freak because I am an internet addict and my cable internet is not working AGAIN! Yes, it's true. It's true. Hard to believe, I know. It stopped working yesterday but I didn't have the energy to call Time Fuckin' Warner and deal with them. But I called this morning when I saw that it was still not working. Yes, I ripped them a new one. I couldn't take it anymore. Have they been helpful so far?? No, not really. They said that the soonest time they have open is Wednesday. Fuckers. In fact, I am on hold right now waiting to speak to a supervisor...oh, wait here he is! OK, now I'm gonna get some damn service, yes?

Oh, now I'm on hold again. I just yelled at the supervisor and he put me on hold. He too tried to give me an appointment for two days from now and I said "NO! TODAY. TODAY". I'm not taking any other answer. I know, I'm a freak. I don't care. I want this taken care of TODAY.
This is completely out of control and ridiculous. Grrrrr...It's hot out here and my hot laptop on my lap is making me hotter. Fuck. My cell phone is about to run out of juice...and I'm still on the phone. If I lose contact now, lord, I will never have service again! Arrrgghhh!

Oh, and guess what else? My very expensive, awesome big headphones are only working in one ear. Yes, they too are broken. I just learned this last night. I'm going to cry. I love them. Help!!

Internal and External Chaos

2005-08-05T08:02:00.000-07:00

Thinking...thinking.

2005-08-04T09:50:00.000-07:00

Some days are made for reflection. I think the universe has set things up this way. Today is one of those days for me. I just woke up with 'it' after sleeping...wow...for 10 1/2 hours. I haven't had that much sleep in quite a long time. I would have kept sleeping had Buggy not woke me up by nipping at me in various places. I think it's time for an automatic feeder for them.

This reflection is kind of 'dulling'. Or as I have written before 'flat'...as when the bubbles are no longer present in soda or seltzer water. It's not a bad thing...just different. I think about how it is that I am here. I look around my apartment and it looks familiar to me now. "Yes", I think..."this is my home". If I were to visit my old apartment it would look strange and feel wrong. Awkward, really. Then I think about school and I realize that I have shocked myself. It all just happened so quickly.

I think about people too. I think about my new neighborhood. It's so vastly different from my old one. The people here feel more 'real' to me in the sense that this is what most of America is like...well, not like *that* but in the sense that people here work their ass of to survive. Many of the families are close and have a certain aura of togetherness and connection. You just don't see nanny's pushing strollers around here.

I think about the people the have come in and out of my life. I wonder about the people who have left my life and are just not present right now. Will they be gone for a short time or for many years? Will they ever come back? I think then about the new people in my life. So many new people and there is so much to learn about each of them. I feel really lucky. What will I take and what will they give?

There is even new music in my life. I guess really, it's all just new experiences. I have new, exciting things planned. Things I have never done before.

Everything seems very large and mystical to me right now. You know, we all have shifts in our lives. Sometimes they are suttle and we don't feel them...we sense them perhaps but maybe we can't place our finger on it exactly. But this shift for me is anything but suttle. It's loud and omnipresent. It's all encompassing. It's amazing. It's life changing.

To the man who spit a lugee on a windy afternoon:

2005-08-01T00:35:00.000-07:00

It was entirely too close to blowing in your face and mine. Next time you have an overwhelming urge to free yourself from all the excess saliva that is floating about in your mouth, why don't you tilt your little head towards the bright blue sky and let loose!

My thanks yous

2005-07-27T10:49:00.000-07:00

I have a few thank yous that I feel I need to put out. People have been no less then incredible to me lately. It's really beautiful. So, here are some in no particular order:

-To my dear friend who delighted me yesterday with a gift of the most disgusting 'perfume' if you will (Jean Nate) which hearkens back to our old days of delirious laughter...thank you for being so thoughtful and concerned. I know I was a bit unhinged at dinner...well, all night really...and you just went with it and let me be me. Slightly crazed, but me. Thank you.

-To my parents: I never thought you would end up here on a list like this, but you have earned your place. Thank you, thank you for being so kind and supportive to me lately. Thank you for being completely willing to co-sign a very, very large loan for me so that I may fullfill my dream of being the most amazing photographer...or one of them anyway. You have made a bold statement of support. Your 30 year old daughther has decided that now is the time to go to art school...and you are both being simply amazing.

-To all of my various friends who have listened to me cry, bitch, complain, express fear and doubt, and just blab, blab, blab about my life: Thank you. You have done wonders for me and I'm sorry if I have been so self-absorbed. I love all of you and without you all in my life I couldn't really be here. I don't even know how to better express this. You are all very important to me.

-To my long-time client: Wow!! You are such a kind and generous person. I can't believe that you are perfectly willing to give me a loan from your company (0% interest!) so that I may attend art school. You have done so much for me and I can't thank you enough. I am going to keep this favor tucked away in case in need to cash in...but I don't want to unless I am in a position of desperation. But, a million, gazillion, thanks to you. You blow my mind with such kindness.

-To my friend who linked me to this really great song: Thank you! I haven't been able to stop listening to it and soon I shall be saturated with it. I plan to check out this particular artist's other works. I really enjoy this song. It makes me happy. Thank you.

-To my cats: Thank you for putting up with your crazy mom. I love you both intensely and I'm so sorry that I haven't been home much lately. I have been visiting with friends and I need to work so that I can keep you both in the lap of luxury. But, I realize this move has affected you both and I'm really, really sorry. Z, you seem depressed. I'm taking you to the vet because you also seem thin...well thin for you. Bug, I think you need therapy. Your new obsession with food worries me. Regardless, you are both a constant in my life and thank you for being so.

-To my old english professor: Thank you for being so involved with my SVA saga. I can't believe how quickly you emailed me back and then emailed SVA about their absurdity. They want me to take a basic lit 1 class, but are exempting me from the advanced lit class...hmmmm...WTF?? STUPID!!! Anyway, thank you for spelling out to them what the advanced lit class that I took with you was like and such. And thank you for telling them that you think I am of unusual intellingence. My ego loved it!!

I'm sure I'm leaving out some thank yous...but not on purpose. These are the immediate ones that have come to mind.

Oh, to my readers...thanks for reading!!

I hear that mercury is in retrograde...

2005-07-26T01:49:00.000-07:00

and I believe it! Weird, yes? Nothing in my life has been seamless these last few days. I have struggled with every phone call and communication. Please end, OK? I'm quite sick of it all. As an artist has said: "My cup runeth over, I don' filled it up". Well, that's me right now. I have overfilled my cup... and it's seeping out all over the place. I'm sick of the overload. I'm about to burst. Anyone have a place for me to put this?

Compassion.

2005-07-23T07:32:00.000-07:00

Mine is being outwardly directed to the most undesirable creatures lately. No, not rats! Pigeons. I know, a lot of you may be saying, "but they are flying rats". This is not true. They are doves of some sort. Fucked up looking doves, but doves nonetheless. It's not their fault that they live in filthy NYC and have to compete for the same chicken bone that some person thought would do better on the ground then in the garbage. See, they are compassionate too. They just want to feed the poor hungry pigeons and the diabolical rats.

It worries me when I see them struggling to walk. I don't know how it is that they lose parts of their feet! Sometimes, they are missing parts of their beaks. This, too, preplexes me. Yesterday, I watched as a insenstive human quickly walked towards a hobbling "pige" (this is a nickname of sorts). Pige had to quickly get out of the way, which is difficult to do when your feet are only half there and all you have to propel yourself forward is your head.

Somtimes, people in NYC remind me of the pigeons. All broken and busted up. Searching and searching for sustenance. Maybe that's why so many NY'ers don't like them.

I wonder what the future will bring. What strange places will my compassion seep into when I'm old and feeble?

The moon.

2005-07-20T11:25:00.000-07:00

Did you see the moon last night? It was very large and followed me home all the way in the cab. I appreciate its affection. The feeling is mutual.

Dear very large woman who wanted to smear my body into the cement:

2005-07-20T11:24:00.000-07:00

I just want to thank you for not beating the living shit out of me yesterday. Clearly, you had the upper hand being about 6 ft tall and easily 200+ pounds. I certainly deserved it since I had the nerve to walk down 2nd avenue with my headphones...especially since I looked at you for only a spilt second and made sure I was far away from your pathway. I felt and saw your anger in that spilt second and I was scared. Apparantly, you too are a sensitive one and felt my fear. Altering your pathway and coming right up to me while winding up to hit me was very clever of you. But I am smaller, faster and have good reflexes. I got out of your way without skipping a beat...although my heart was beating very fast. It occured to me after I half-way turned around and saw you looking at me, considering whether or not you should come after me, that I in fact had pepper spray in my bag. Had I actually thought about using it if I really needed to, I would have sprayed it in your eyes, mouth and up your big fucking nostrils. But again, thankfully, I didn't have to. So, yes. Thank you for not slamming the life out of me.

Regards,

The woman who you wanted to kill yesterday.

My life without her

2005-07-19T10:58:00.000-07:00

The internet that is. This internet-less life sucks. My strong feelings about this problem leads me to think that perhaps I have been too dependent on the web. Everything can be done here. Everything from grocery shopping to shopping for women to feeding your hypochondriac nature and more. The list is absolutely endless. It's an intersting experience to suddenly be cut-off from the luxury of having this lovely electronic world in your home. It's amazing how many other things I get done! Scary really.

But I don't really want this to continue. I want Time Warner Cable to get their fuckin' asses over to my apartment and fix this cable problem. I have a growing haterd for them and I am considering severing our realtionship. Bastards. So, I'm off now...to do something non-internet related. Wish me luck.

Music on my little Dell:"Cup of Coffee"-Garbage

(PS: Please don't read my blog...you said you wouldn't.)

I never knew about waxing...

2005-07-15T21:39:00.000-07:00

and it's importance to some women until I started working at a spa that offers this service. Just today, a woman called to complain about a bikini wax she received the day before. She said that it gave her some bruises (???? huh???) and that she wanted some kind of compensation. One of the owners, a gay man who hates to see naked women or hear "woman type stories" was the one who had to deal with this phone call. The spa I work at by the way, was voted one of the "most gay-friendly spas in the country." This could be because both owners are gay/lesbian perhaps? And maybe it's location in dyke slope has something to do with it? Something to think about.

Anyway, this woman with the bruised pelvic region is not happy. Male gay owner does his best to soothe her. I was up front, so I heard it all. Next thing I hear him say is "no, it's ok, you don't have to send pictures, I don't need verification." Pictures?? OMG. This woman was going to take pornographic pictures of her vaginal area, email them a bunch of strangers at the spa, all in the name of $25?? And it wasn't like he was arguing with her about it. He told her that her next visit would be comped before she threatened him with the pictures. What goes through peoples mind sometimes??

This isn't the first time that a wax had gone so horribly wrong in the client's eyes that they resorted to absurd measures. One time, a woman called as soon as she got home after receiving her wax. She had apparantly taken out a ruler, did some measurements, and decided that her wax job was 1/4 of an inch off. She wanted her money back. Are you f'in serious? Your crazy! Crazy!

I too have had to deal with many an odd client. Something that happens way too often for my taste is this scenario: I greet my robed client and take them to my room. I have a speil and it goes something like this:

Me: "Hi, my name is Nicole and I'll be doing your massage." "Do you have anything specific you feel that you need focused on?"

Client: "Ummm...well yeah, everything." "But really it's mostly my back, my lower back, my neck, my left toe...and I think that's it....no, also my hamstrings and my jaw...I have TMJ because of all the stress...."

Me: "OK. Well, I tend towards the deep side in terms of pressure, so if it's uncomfortable at anytime, please let me know...I won't be insulted." (you'd be suprised at how many people suffer in silence because they think that telling you to adjust the pressure would be insulting somehow.)

Me: "OK, so start face down under the towel." "I'm going to leave the room and give you some privacy while you take off your robe and get on the table."

It's at this point that some clients, who are determined to have me see them naked, start taking off their robe while I'm still standing there just barely finishing my sentence! I try really hard to escape before they are completely disrobed but mostly it's in vain because they do it so quickly and before I know it, they are standing in front of me completely nude. I have no problem with nudity and people who are not modest in that way, but when I'm working, I'd really rather not see you all hanging out.

(A very short) "How To" guide to lesbians...

2005-07-15T08:20:00.000-07:00

As in: how we (me and some of my buds) attempt to decipher whether or not a particular woman is of like persuasion. Sometimes it's plainly (or painfully) obvious. Other times, it can cause even the best gaydars to go haywire. This is not by any means fool-proof. I have many a time been able to place a check next to most items on the list only to be slammed with "so, my husband..."

-Look at the finger nails. This is without a doubt the first place I look if my gaydar goes off (which really means nothing because it generally sucks). Short nails...possibly a dyke. Medium length...probably not. Long, fake nails...go running in the other direction. Trust me on that one.

-I know this is probably not 'p.c' but I am going to say it anyway, because: 1. this is my blog and 2. being 'p.c' all of the time is boring. Look at the hair. Be it short, very badly styled (the 'feathered look' or a mullet is a dead give-away) or shaved off, this is generally a very good indicator.

-A woman having either 'gay-face', 'gay-hands' or in some cases, both. A woman having both will make it much easier on you...and will mean she's very gay as opposed to just kind of gay. I can't really explain what 'gay-face' is...it has something to do with the jawline and the teeth that just scream 'lesbian!'. 'Gay-hands' is just that. 'Gay-hands'. When you see a woman with 'gay hands' you'll know exactly what I mean. I don't have 'gay face' but I have 'gay-hands'. This is the case with some of my other lesbian friends too. Generally, if she's gay, she will have one or the other.

-Body posture. Gay women just assert themselves differently than straight women do. We generally walk with a sense of purpose and confidence...or we strut.

-Heels. If she looks like she's in drag in them, then there is a good chance she's a dyke.

-Being a vegetarian and/or having a fridge filled with soy products. I hesitate to use this one as an indicator in and of itself because of the popularity of vegetarianism these days. But if all the others check out, then this one could seal it.

-Cats. I know I need not say anymore on this one.

I know that there are many more but these are the the ones that have come to my mind this morning...and I did say this was going to be a short guide.

Here's a good question or two

2005-07-14T22:46:00.000-07:00

Why is it that even though I have never visited a porn site, I still get all of these porn emails that get filtered into my junk mail? How do they get my address?? And why is it that it only happens in my hotmail email and not others? Hotmail sucks I guess which is why I have been trying to get rid of it for the last year...but people keep emailing me there even though I have replied from my preferred email address. Arrggh! I just refuse to keep checking the hotmail account. I'm done with it.

Soooo.....

2005-07-14T19:10:00.000-07:00

I have a confession to make. I own a CD of the Forrest Gump soundtrack. What sparked this confession? Well, I'm actually working today, believe it or not, and since I was forced to work out in the cabana room I did not have access to my favorite CD's that are in my usual room.

Why wasn't I able to work in my usual room? Because someone, and if they were to ever read this here blog they would know exactly who they are, took it first knowing full well how I feel about room 2! Grrrrrrr....but this woman is lucky because as crazy and chaotic as she is, I simply adore her. Were this not the case, I would have to subject her to some very cruel forms of punishment.

So, I go to the cabana room. Fine. No, wait...not fine. The 2 CD's in here are both crap! I don't want to have to listen to either one of them all day! Grrrrr...well, I submit to the fact that one of them is going to have to be put into rotation. I choose the 'better' of the two, which is a mix of very uninspiring songs. The first song....is.....the song from the Forrest Gump soundtrack. Haha! I then remembered that I in fact own the Forrest Gump soundtrack CD! Now, I haven't actually listened to it in years...but I have had many moving opportunities to get rid of it and I haven't. I in fact go through my CD book fairly often and eliminate the one's that I never listen to. But everytime I come across the Forrest Gump soundtrack I think: "hmmm, I had better hold onto this one just in case." In case of...what?? I have no idea. Really. Not a goddamn clue.

Her.

2005-07-13T15:30:00.000-07:00

Something I wrote many months ago. The assignment: write about someone who has greatly impacted your life, in 3 distinct paragraphs. This is what came out:

Stinking smoke filled the hot sticky air. It swirled around us like a rope, choking us. It snaked up into our nostrils. She was sickingly angry. Her hand shook while the cigarette dangled from her fingers. They were yellow, her fingertips. Like the color of bile. They were bitten down and chewed up. Her breath reeked of stale coffee and cigarettes. I smelled it when she yelled and it made my stomach queasy. She jumped at every noise and rage filled her bloodshot eyes. She walked around the house with such ferocity that it frightened us into silence, between us and within us. She was rail thin because the anger and guilt ate away at her flesh day after day, but still the rottonness remained. Her anger was killing her much quicker then those damn cigarettes. The steep narrowness of her mind could not think of or see anything else beyond all those assumed injustices that had been thrust upon her. She was filled with such an ugly, wicked bitterness that it seeped out all over the place and dripped and sprayed and spilled on everyone around her. It was like someone vomiting over and over again with no end of supply in sight.

Long, long hair flowed in my memory. Straight, dark, and silky. Like the best silk you could imagine. A young, beautiful, wanting, shining face with clean straight teeth and eyes that told an epic. Her perfume was strong and light. It followed her around like a shadow, trailing quietly behind with its presence constant. Her fingers were still bitten down though. An indelible mark of the past, I guess. She was filled with a eager desire to please and funny kind of nervousness. A nervousness that she could not hide because it was all over her and then all over us too. It made her shake gently all over. This nervousness made her smile widely but unsurely. The corners of her smile couldn't stretch far enough to meet her eyes. Every move she made was tainted with this nervousness. It made the whole house breathe uneasily. Her eyes showed such bravery and such a desperate need all at once, that you couldn't help but feel both pride and pity for her. But she was really full of possibilities. She brought all this to us like a gift because it meant she really cared a great deal. She was the bright shining star that she could have always been if only she had believed it.

Her eyes look sullen. They are filled with a particular kind of vacancy. Seemingly sucked dry from the life that had once existed so strongly in them. She often agrees to agree, although she's not really listening. She's just agreeable. Her mind is elsewhere and nowhere. She's most likely worrying that the sky is waiting to fall on her. Everything that happens, is happening only to her. It's all part of a shrewd plan that is meant to destroy the happiness she hasn't yet found. She wears a perpetual frown. Her mouth has hardened into that shape over the years and she can't seem to crack the mold. She means well though. She just doesn't know who she is. Her identity is hard to find beneath all the death of life. She mainly exists to exist until there is no air left to breathe. She watches her children grow and tries to make little baby steps towards her own possible growth. She is afraid to live and afraid to die without living, so she cleans instead. It's a safe alternative to living. If her physical life is clean, then she is immediately the same. She vacuums until every little piece of dirt is gone from her sight and gone from her guts. She tidies and tidies until everything is straight, unable to move or breathe out any emotion. She squeezes out any possibility of vulnerability so there is no room for it to exist. This is her armor and it makes her feel safe. This is her life.

My 4th pics

2005-07-12T23:33:00.000-07:00

No exciting fireworks pics...but this...

Paint

2005-07-12T21:08:00.000-07:00

I went to the hardware store today to get some paint. I need white paint and a darkish purple for the remainder of my bathroom. Here's my problem: how the hell does one choose a 'shade' of white when there are like 80 different 'shades'. How the hell am I supposed to do this? And why are there so many different 'shades' of white to choose from? I have decided it is purely for the purpose of driving people mad. There could be no other logical reason. I left the store without buying any paint. I'm afraid to make this decision. It suddenly feels overwhelming. I just want some white paint!

Untitled

2005-07-12T19:54:00.000-07:00

Z Mama

2005-07-12T13:50:00.000-07:00

My day of completely unproductive fun

2005-07-11T13:04:00.000-07:00

I woke up at 10:42. I stay up really late these days just because I can.

I forgot to get coffee beans yesterday. I sauntered on down to the "bagel run" where the guy there thinks that there is something off about me. I can tell by the way he looks at me. His coffee is pretty good and cheap as hell. After that, I went and bought some beans.

I came home and put on Bizzare Love Triangle really loud. I danced around my apartment while playing with my cats. They love this string toy that I bought them last week. It's called "The Cat Charmer" It works. We had great fun, the 3 of us, dancing and bopping around the apartment.

I put on Luscious Jackson and am now writing this totally meaningless post.

The fun planned for later:

Eventually I will eat something, shower, lint roll my loveseat and blanket, and head out.

I will stop and get a pedicure.

I will then get on the G and hope that no rats run over my feet. I will not be wearing my big black boots today. It's fucking hot out!

I will stop and do bank stuff.

I will then go over to BB&B and get some stuff.

I will then meet my friends for happiness hour.

All completely self-indulgent and absolutely unproductive.

I love it!