So, I might have figured out this whole picture upload process finally. I am including some random unsundry photographs, as a test.
I spent last night at a party, or rather under the stairs on a couch at the party. Being one of those people who doesn't enjoy the party thing so much, it was kind of cool to sidle onto a couch and pretend I wasn't there. I met some cool kitties, ate a funny brownie, smoked a bit and partook lightly in the various Olympiad-themed drinks. It was T's Olympic party, so it was all togas and people running around in old track suits.
I challenged the town poet egoista to a slam. I will beat him down, if not purely with the power of my voice.
I cannot wait to leave this place, though in some ways it will break my heart.
It's dark. Uh huh. And I am in my dungeon, waiting for the sunlight.
Today I am gonna get my photo on and get the ebay stuff prepared for auction.
I am unemployed for Labor Day. But Boston is in only 2 months.
hahaahahah.
The sun is beaming outside right now, and I didn't feel a pinch of hotness until I helped haul up her third roommate's belongings up the stairs.
I have decided not to schizophrenically move just yet, so when Joey leaves the establishment (the apartment, that is) at the end of October, I will be taking over his room. This way I can manipulate and forge through all of my affairs without leaving ends untied and situations floating.
I spent the last two days in the company of old friends who won't be so far away when I move back. When I trudged to NY the first time it was with Francis, but when she left I was left without friends and a support system that really worked. I have very few people I call friends, one being S, the other being B, and lastly, the fetus, Mr. C. I have one friend who lives in Brooklyn, Jenny, I have known since 12, but we really don't spend a lot of time together. It will be nice to move and have everyone close to me, especially Francis and Meagan and Kate. I have never really counted that many females as my friends, but ...
