Im in love.

True love. He snuggles with me all night long. licks my face to wake me up. Makes adorable faces. Knocks over the ashtrays in my middle of the night. He's sneaky and smells like a crusty boy who hasnt showered in 5 years. So sometimes we need to bath him because he loves his cat box so much. When I picked him out he was the runt of the litter sleeping in the cat box. I love him more then anyone in Brooklyn. My baby Boogers.

whisper.

i can still hear you whispering over the wires, 3,000 miles away.

sidewalks.

and we decided it would be so.
the city was forgotten, the faces that passed us on the streets were gray and cold as asphalt. we couldn't see ourselves weighed down by those stiff suits. we danced in the warehouses at night and counted the stars we could still see. we kissed under streetlights and sang in the darkness. we took photographs in black and white and color and as we watched the chemicals work in the tiny room knew we were like the weeds that crack the sidewalks they walk upon.

I'm running low on money seriously. I probably have 1.75 in change till Tuesday. Rents due on the 1st and im stressing out. If I had it my way I'd leave Brooklyn and go out west. But I cant do that. Or can I?

Burger Heaven.

Waking up being greeted with "Would you like a burger?!" I am in heaven. I made vegan brownies last night...now I want more more more.
I need to stop stressing out and enjoy my time here in Brooklyn. Making my game plan to move to the bay area. It feels good. Wish me luck.

itch.

Yet again-seeing old faces has been great and meeting new ones. We had a bunch of people over for a dinner that involved too much Turkish booze. I went upstate for the day for a breath of fresh air and that was much needed...a slower pace was appreciated. My brain feels fuzzy lately. Im not too sure why. My To Do list is growing longer and i'm getting itchy for change yet again.

tick tack toe!

On a lighter note: I lost at tick tack toe over a dozen times the other night. Fail.

sunlight

Today I wokeup with Dizzy home from Turkey. Listening to NPR as usual. Chain smoking with the kitties laying about. I went outside and the weather was beautiful the sunlight pouring light on the warehouses surrounding me. The what was left of the snow was melting so I decided to ride my bike. Riding my bike in the city is pretty scary but so much fun. I went to Briana's and enjoyed home made cupcakes and fresh coffee. I'm going to a show tonight and going to gay bingo hoping I make some cash. Today is nice, I home tomorrow is the same.

Fresh air.

Finally. A breath of fresh air. The house is silent. The floors are somewhat clean. I lights are dim and i'm sober. After two weeks straight of people staying at my apartment. Everyone is gone. The moment Real Life Time Machines left this morning I felt strange. All my room-mates were gone and it was just me again. I guess the last month I've been trying to keep myself busy. Trying not to think about how everything fell apart. Im putting it all back together again and it feels so good. Having people around me the last few weeks have been great. Seeing ALOT of old faces. Sharing my bed with 4+ people, drinking alot of dollar tall cans and cheap whiskey, Mystery people puking in my bathtub (NOT COOL!), my floor being crowded with people it prevented me from walking around, breakfast at life cafe, vintage VW vans that run on vegtable oil, going to silly shows and dancing around, almost but not really getting lost driving in the city, bong rip jokes, made-up bands that are going to rule the world. I've laughed the most i've laughed in a long time. It felt good. Now my stomache aches with laughter and my brian hurts from being too drunk for too long. But it's been good. Thanks.

flow.

it's getting cold and my bones seem to be getting more and more achey. I've had a great flow of people staying with me in Brooklyn. Old friends and new ones. 2009? weird.

Life.

I cant stop dreaming of the west coast. I miss the sunshine. The people. The air. I'm back in New York. Living in Williamsburg/Bushwick. Living on 255 Bourem. I have great roommates. The last few mornings i've been woken up with Dizzy playing the acorden in the living room with a fresh pot of coffee brewing. Life is simple here and thats what I like. Cold beer and fresh food in the fridge and we have two of the best cats ever...boogers and patsey. Round two in Brooklyn lets make it better this time around.