toxicvixen

being sick at work fucking blows. being sick while having a labor job, ah sometime ask me about the depths of hell as of yet untouched by dante and his type.

you left a comment in my journal the other day asking where i had gone for a poetry reading.
(explanation=i doubt you will know what i'm talking about otherwise)

i went to the bloomfield ave. cafe on (you guessed it) bloomfield ave. in montclair. it was sponsored by (i think) this group called spiral bridge something-or-other and i believe it was called "the naked readings", which is a once monthly event.

blah blah blah.

i just finished reading a great graphic novel tonight. it's the first book the has made me shed a tear in quite a very long time. i highly recommend it. [not crying, the book] it's called "jimmy corrigan, the smartest boy on earth.

reprazent.

aww, feel better. I'll bring you chicken soup if you need it.