citrus

some things i love about stuff... though i almost wish i had a night-cap to go on...

miles davis on my girlfriend's stereo, though i'm inclined for more ani or coldplay or something that i can sing to and hug the floor with.

tomorrow i'm taking a swim in her tub. i don't do that at home so much with the community bathroom and all,
but being here in sarah's apartment is like a vacation - with or without her... 'cept when she's not around i'm less distracted by paying her attention.


her kitten is sweet and all allergies to him are gone for me. i even fared well in boston with kara's kittens. i still have scratches on my arms from playing with the other one and i've learned how to entice and antagonise frank productively. good times with furry little things.

someone told me today that they think new york city is mostly gray.
i'm still chewing on the idea.

too much sugar.

later in the evening i plan to meet up with girlfriend's boyfriend.
we've yet to be introduced... amongst the group of us he is quite the enigma and several of the girls seem intimidated by him and/or have a negative opinion...
now, seeing events only through second hand, this one and that one, i have no authority to make a judgement, so far as i'm concerned -
i listen and nod and display appropriate expressions on my face...
but he surprised both her and i the other day when he requested the phone from her during our conversation and took up some words with me.
he asked about my weekend plans and i'd started to rattle away when he said "i thought we were going to the movies"... and i thought to respond "well then i must've been mistaken. how can i reach you?"
i'll call him from here in the afternoon, after relaxing.
i want want want that bath and yoga and a nice meal and good music, some reading. spit in one hand.

sometimes i feel out of place so i take to staring into space.
it's not that i'm alienating myself, i'm reaching for something that isn't determined by what we're all talking about.

i looked for books today and still haven't found what i was looking for.
but surprise, surprise, as the plastic castles continue to do, i was presented with terrific discoveries, regardless.
cookbooks. something on seasonal harvests and some on the veg-ness. hurrah!
from union square i walked down to meet friends and watch music. i drank and drank and ate and drank and ordered coffee and had the last of a new acquaintance's dessert and smiled almost so much that my face hurt...
but still one raised eyebrow. frown on that.

how do you live as a fugitive?
run run run. step up. hey batter batter. strike. next in line.
from what, exactly? mirror, mirror.

it's so back and forth, i wonder about the accomplishments i'll look back upon,
how and what i feel proud of from my past...
if it's never perfect it always is. why worry?

i'm reading about that, though.

so much to say. i grin as i read through a tiny memo pad i keep in my wallet.
memories.
breaking a record.