I do not sleep anymore, apparently. Not like a baby or a kitten or other small creature with big eyes and a penchant for drooping its big ol' head as it falls into slumber. No, sleep is not for me.
I get into bed at 10pm most nights and wake at 5am, bright eyed and ready for work at 7am. Last night I was feeling... amorous... and didn't settle down for sleep until around 11:15pm.
And there I lay, eyes closed but awake, for 2 hours. Sometimes I pretend to be asleep to trick my body into thinking I AM asleep. Guess who wasn't fooling anyone! This chick! I woke up at 3am. Then at 4am. And again! at 4:54am which is exactly one minute before my alarm goes off.
That is cheap, Brain. CHEAP.
It's been like this since I moved in, and I'm sure it's the noise of the city, the bed that I am still getting used to, the different cat walking on my back. The neighbors and their music (which wasn't loud but since I was awake and pissed off was ALL I COULD HEAR). The nagging fact that I will never get used to this city and the realization that I don't really want to.
But I will stay here for now. For a year. For love and for cheap rent.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
Who the hell came up with this.
This whole "money" thing and "needing it" to "buy necessary items." For that matter, why do banks let you put things on your debit card when there is no money in your account? Here is your purchase! Please add $35 to the cost for the overdraft fee. Thanks!
Fuck you, the bank.
Oh I know it's my own fault. I should be paying attention to my dough situation! I should be checking my balance daily! I should be doing a lot of things but guess what mister: I am not. But maybe I should start. DO NOT PRESSURE ME I WILL GET THERE.
Possible sources of income:
- Prostitution*
- Weekend barista
- Evening job near work
- Photographer at Target Family Portrait studios**
- General weekend labor
- Assassin*
* I am kidding!
** I wish I was kidding.
Shit, dudes.
Today is Complain About Money Day! Feel free to complain to friends, family, neighbors and passing strays about your money woes. If they inform you that they Do-Not-Want-to-Hear-About-It-Everyone-Has-Money-Problems-Thank-You-Very-Much, encourage them to tell you their money quandaries in celebration of this festive day. Then go light off some fireworks that you can't afford.
Fuck you, the bank.
Oh I know it's my own fault. I should be paying attention to my dough situation! I should be checking my balance daily! I should be doing a lot of things but guess what mister: I am not. But maybe I should start. DO NOT PRESSURE ME I WILL GET THERE.
Possible sources of income:
- Prostitution*
- Weekend barista
- Evening job near work
- Photographer at Target Family Portrait studios**
- General weekend labor
- Assassin*
* I am kidding!
** I wish I was kidding.
Shit, dudes.
Today is Complain About Money Day! Feel free to complain to friends, family, neighbors and passing strays about your money woes. If they inform you that they Do-Not-Want-to-Hear-About-It-Everyone-Has-Money-Problems-Thank-You-Very-Much, encourage them to tell you their money quandaries in celebration of this festive day. Then go light off some fireworks that you can't afford.
Friday, May 16, 2008
I am back now.
I don't know what came over me! Let us assume that I was kidnapped and start there.
BOY WHAT A COUPLE MONTHS I'VE HAD! I WAS KIDNAPPED! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?! ME EITHER BUT IT TOTALLY HAPPENED.
So you know Mike, right? Boyfriend Mike? Right. It seems that we have parted ways. He is still flippin' awesome, still the best coffee roaster ever, still a good friend. But he is just not my boyfriend.
Now my boyfriend is Justin. Let me tell you about it! Some other time. I am not ready to tackle that just yet.
I moved to Providence, RI and I live with Justin in a tiny apartment on the third floor in an area of the city some people may call, "The Ghetto of the Ghetto." I do not call it that. I call it home. The people calling it that are from The Whitiest Town that Ever Whited so let's let them be.
A story about our neighborhood! We live in between two liquor stores, each abotu the same distance away from the house (a short walk). One is called Tropical Liquors, the other is Paraiso Liquors. We had been going to Tropical for a while but one night decided to try walking in the other direction and happened upon Paraiso. I walked to the front and paid for booze and fags while Justin waited in the back, looking at the many kinds of tropical liquors (IRONY). As we were walking out, he started laughing heartily and saying, "Oh man! Man." Over and over. Apparently while I was making my purchase, a strange man came out of NOWHERE and tugged gently on Justin's elbow. "Hey," the man said, looking over the top of his dark glasses. "You lookin' for a little sumpin' special?"
Many were horrified that we were offered drugs! Right near our house! In public! But I was just happy that we look approachable enough, that we look like maybe we might want a little something special. We do not though. No thank you, sir! Maybe that eight year old playing catch with broken glass in that abandoned lot would, though.
I know that I will have to change in order to be comfortable living in a city, but I will do it my way if it is all the same to you. I will keep my living space uncluttered to counteract being in such close proximity to so many people ALL THE TIME. I will deal with being a different race in a strange place by keeping my old familiar Providence haunts dear, I will learn to love the sounds of the city by making music inspired by them, and I will grow basil and oregano on my fire escape because you can't grow tomatoes in gravel.
Expect to hear more from me soon.
BOY WHAT A COUPLE MONTHS I'VE HAD! I WAS KIDNAPPED! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?! ME EITHER BUT IT TOTALLY HAPPENED.
So you know Mike, right? Boyfriend Mike? Right. It seems that we have parted ways. He is still flippin' awesome, still the best coffee roaster ever, still a good friend. But he is just not my boyfriend.
Now my boyfriend is Justin. Let me tell you about it! Some other time. I am not ready to tackle that just yet.
I moved to Providence, RI and I live with Justin in a tiny apartment on the third floor in an area of the city some people may call, "The Ghetto of the Ghetto." I do not call it that. I call it home. The people calling it that are from The Whitiest Town that Ever Whited so let's let them be.
A story about our neighborhood! We live in between two liquor stores, each abotu the same distance away from the house (a short walk). One is called Tropical Liquors, the other is Paraiso Liquors. We had been going to Tropical for a while but one night decided to try walking in the other direction and happened upon Paraiso. I walked to the front and paid for booze and fags while Justin waited in the back, looking at the many kinds of tropical liquors (IRONY). As we were walking out, he started laughing heartily and saying, "Oh man! Man." Over and over. Apparently while I was making my purchase, a strange man came out of NOWHERE and tugged gently on Justin's elbow. "Hey," the man said, looking over the top of his dark glasses. "You lookin' for a little sumpin' special?"
Many were horrified that we were offered drugs! Right near our house! In public! But I was just happy that we look approachable enough, that we look like maybe we might want a little something special. We do not though. No thank you, sir! Maybe that eight year old playing catch with broken glass in that abandoned lot would, though.
I know that I will have to change in order to be comfortable living in a city, but I will do it my way if it is all the same to you. I will keep my living space uncluttered to counteract being in such close proximity to so many people ALL THE TIME. I will deal with being a different race in a strange place by keeping my old familiar Providence haunts dear, I will learn to love the sounds of the city by making music inspired by them, and I will grow basil and oregano on my fire escape because you can't grow tomatoes in gravel.
Expect to hear more from me soon.
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