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well, well, well...
IM BACK IN BLACK!
how are ya'll doing?
it's been a while...and why?
because im a lazy bitch.
(even too lazy to punctuate. oooh, erica,
take that!)
new york was less than fun.
my friend was not only sick
but broke--she had her wallet stolen
so i spent my days spending money
but not for me.
and i'm a selfish wench so that
hurt.
i'm writing my entry as if it were
poetry...because it is.
but more importantly, because
that's what all of the suicide
girls do.
am i cool, yet? am i?

well, on sunday i decided to take a
walk by myself seeing as my friend
was laid up and watching lifetime
on her tiny television.
i walked the entire greenwich village
area, which took a long time.
i saw a circus, a starving man's outdoor
art sale
a murder scene (body fresh)
and was asked by a latino man:
"chiquita! quiere problemas conmigo?" to which i said, in my best spanish accent, "no."

i went to union square as well and bought THIS SHIRT because i forgot to bring enough shirts
and well
dammit i
wanted something.
i saw the farmers
market in union square
and i thought to
myself....
"what the fuck are farmers
doing here?"
i also observed the first
home depot to be
built in nyc...the most
ridiculously posh
warehouse ever.
do ny'ers know how
to fix things?
i don't know about that.

i'm at work. i hate work.
i'm too smart to enter data.

my sister saw a dead, headless
corpse yesterday in catons
ville, md. it fucked her
up forever, i think. i'd call
her a wussy but i don't know...
seems like a pretty
traumatic experience. damn,
there i go again, letting
sensitivity peek through.

i must go enter data now.
adieu