*sigh*

Welcome to my World. It's a world of hurt & mistrust & ill-will.

What Comes Around...

This trial is going to be so much fun to keep track of, for so many reasons...

There But For The Grace Of God

I saw a homeless lady this weekend & the sight stopped me in my tracks. She used to be my neighbor.

I was walking thru Tompkins Square Park with The Boy on our way to visit his friend when I saw her pushing two shopping carts – one in front & one behind. Nothing struck me out of the ordinary until she turned her head & faced me. That’s when I saw who she was, and gasped. Loudly.

I don’t know her name. One of the tragic beauties of apartment dwelling in NYC is that you can live in the same building with someone for years & never know anything about them. I only know she was a lesbian because of the way she used to jingle her rainbow beaded necklace or adjust her big ass rainbow belt buckle whenever she saw me. And I know she lived one floor beneath me.

As such I can’t possibly know what led to her to the circumstances in which she finds herself now. I want to say it had to be some kind of mental illness… aggressive sexuality aside, she always struck me as kind of odd. The kind of neighbor I didn’t want to know better because she mumbled to herself & had a habit of barking at the senior citizens in our building to hurry up.

There are a LOT of people in our co-op development that are currently unemployed. I count myself among them. But our management company has been pretty courteous & helpful to the residents finding themselves in that situation. So unless she hadn’t paid her maintenance fee in months without telling them what was up, I can’t imagine it was simply a result of being unemployed.

Or maybe it was… maybe being jobless sets off a crazy kind of crazier? I don’t know.

I can’t afford that kind of crazy. I’m gonna apply for a job at McDonald’s tomorrow.

Sunday Sunday

Sundays are days that should be spent vegging out at home.

That is all.

Don't Dream It's Over

I've been dreaming of my dearly departeds a lot lately. I don't really know what that means... other than the realization that 90% of the people I love the most in life are dead.

There is some comfort that I derive from these dreams. It's lovely to see them all again. It amazes me that they appear to me as they appeared in my best memories of them... but I guess that makes sense.

It also amazes me that apparently each person only gets one outfit in the next world.

There is a part of me that feels I am keeping them bound to this world. Then again, there's the greater part of me that knows seeing them smiling & laughing again is the only way for them to offer me peace in their absence. They love me, and they want me to know that death didn't stop that. They also know that death didn't stop my love for them because of the way I keep my mind & spirit open for their visits.

I don't want to join them... not yet... not for another 15 - 20 years or so. And finally, I don't fear that they're coming to take anyone else with them. But I don't ever want them to stop coming.

No Nesting Allowed

I just performed an abortion. Well, it was only a couple of pigeon eggs, but still. I hate pigeons.

A pair of the filthy beasts apparently decided my balcony was a good place to drop an egg & make a nest... um, no. No nesting allowed here - sorry.

After triple gloving my hands, I cleared the space out & threw the egg in the garbage. I cracked it open w/ a hammer for good measure. Then I put an Allen Iverson bobble-head doll where the egg had been just to fuck with the pigeons.

I'm sure God will get me for this, but I don't know how yet. =)

Happy Friday The 13th!

I like black cats & the #13. This year I finally celebrated Friday the 13th with a 13 related tattoo for $13 (+ $7 tip) at DareDevil Tattoo. I really want to say the artist's name was Benford. (My usual tattoo artist there is Jason June - he recently did a tattoo for one of the American Idol winners.)

So while I would love to have gotten a tattoo w/ a 13 AND a black cat, they didn't have any... But that's okay because I kinda fell in love with this little man on sight:

 

Let The Congregation Say Amen

I just saw this on Twitter:

aplusk I feel like someone should invent "your (sic) welcome" cards for the occasion when someone should have send a thank you and didn't.
about 17 hours ago from web
I am so with this. I think I'm going to start making them for myself at home.

I'm fanatical about making The Boy send thank you cards. There are a few situations when he doesn't have to, but as a rule - he does. We are trying to impart the theory that gifts are a privilege & not a right... and that people work very hard to be able to give nice things.

For myself, I usually follow up a gift w/ an email or phone call, but I most certainly send thank you cards for big ticket items. Tickets to the theatre for my birthday - THANK YOU CARD. Wedding gifts & subsequent anniversary gifts - THANK YOU CARD. Cash gifts - THANK YOU CARD.

There's the part of me that gets soooooooooooooooo aggravated at not receiving a thank you card (other people's kids' birthdays... other people's weddings) that I've debated not giving gifts anymore... but I think that Ashton has inspired me to do something else instead.

...can't wait. I know it won't be long before I get to create one. ;-)

Uh-oh

I took a wrong turn somewhere...

Snow Day

I would like to thank the City of New York & the NYC Dept. of Education for contributing to the general wimpification of NYC Public School Children by closing the schools today.

This is not that big of a deal, people. It is only a little bit of snow... anything less than 2 feet of that fluffy white shit should not cause shutting down the schools. I'm looking outside & I see people walking along the sidewalks just fine.

You know... I think I'm gonna send the boy to school anyway. Yeah.