Yarrgh, it's rainin'. And one of my rats is dying, but she is 2 1/2 years old. She's such a sweety though, I hate to see her go. 
But on the upside, one of my bestest friends is coming to live with me for about 2 months. I haven't seen him for almost a year, so I am very happy.
I hate my roomates computer, it's such a hump o' shit, but I ain't got one of my own, so I deal. Hopefully getting a camera soon, so I can add some new photos, getting kinda tired of holding that gun.
Here is a poem I wrote back when I was 17, in 1997, I just found it yesterday:
I walked out tonight. The oven is still on. I walked out to see the moonlight dripping with stars and wishes. It started raining but I had no umbrella. It smelled like sea salt air as it hit the pavement drop by drop.
I walked out tonight, and I left the TV on. Sometimes everyone needs a change. The gardens smelled like weeds, not roses. Strangers all look too familiar.
I walked out tonight because I was tired of the way things got to be. The iron is still hot. At the deli, he short changed me, but I didn't care. The bathroom light is still on.
I walked out tonight on boredom. Too many thoughts wafting through my mind, can't sit still any longer. I have a life to lead. Smokes don't taste the way they used to. So sexy and dry.
I walked out onight for something I know deep inside. Left the windows open and the door unlocked. I've been sitting on this sidewalk for 20 minutes trying to think, but all my thoughts turn to dust when I shut my eyes.
I walked out tonight with dreams of sour things. My head is rolling off my shoulders onto the garbage piling up in the gutter, where a lonely man lost his car keys and worms crawl about.
I walked out tonight on wisdom. I saw it on the news I'm told the time. I should be getting back. I hate to think you'll miss me, but you never have before. Around the corner is where the drunks sit, talking whiskey trash. Up the block at the five and dime whores are known to sell their wares.
I walked out tonight. I left the dryer on. Dishes are still in the sink, brewing vile stenches.
I walked out tonight. The VCR clock is blinking with furocity. It's chilly out at 4am, but at least I am alone. The telephone is off the hook so I don't suppose you could get through, but you never call me anyway. Except for when you call me a bitch.
I walked out tonight because I could. And I wanted a bite to eat.
But on the upside, one of my bestest friends is coming to live with me for about 2 months. I haven't seen him for almost a year, so I am very happy.
I hate my roomates computer, it's such a hump o' shit, but I ain't got one of my own, so I deal. Hopefully getting a camera soon, so I can add some new photos, getting kinda tired of holding that gun.
Here is a poem I wrote back when I was 17, in 1997, I just found it yesterday:
I walked out tonight. The oven is still on. I walked out to see the moonlight dripping with stars and wishes. It started raining but I had no umbrella. It smelled like sea salt air as it hit the pavement drop by drop.
I walked out tonight, and I left the TV on. Sometimes everyone needs a change. The gardens smelled like weeds, not roses. Strangers all look too familiar.
I walked out tonight because I was tired of the way things got to be. The iron is still hot. At the deli, he short changed me, but I didn't care. The bathroom light is still on.
I walked out tonight on boredom. Too many thoughts wafting through my mind, can't sit still any longer. I have a life to lead. Smokes don't taste the way they used to. So sexy and dry.
I walked out onight for something I know deep inside. Left the windows open and the door unlocked. I've been sitting on this sidewalk for 20 minutes trying to think, but all my thoughts turn to dust when I shut my eyes.
I walked out tonight with dreams of sour things. My head is rolling off my shoulders onto the garbage piling up in the gutter, where a lonely man lost his car keys and worms crawl about.
I walked out tonight on wisdom. I saw it on the news I'm told the time. I should be getting back. I hate to think you'll miss me, but you never have before. Around the corner is where the drunks sit, talking whiskey trash. Up the block at the five and dime whores are known to sell their wares.
I walked out tonight. I left the dryer on. Dishes are still in the sink, brewing vile stenches.
I walked out tonight. The VCR clock is blinking with furocity. It's chilly out at 4am, but at least I am alone. The telephone is off the hook so I don't suppose you could get through, but you never call me anyway. Except for when you call me a bitch.
I walked out tonight because I could. And I wanted a bite to eat.
P.S. Good call on Van Der Rohe, Eames and Wright. Ever checked out Neutra or Albert Frey? They're two of my favorites.