i wrote this like, two weeks ago.
last night i went to jon's after work. he was outside skateboarding and so i decided i would sit outside and listen to music and take in the urban scenery rather than wait inside bored and alone. anyways, the streetlights on his street give off a yellowish light the makes all the stone apartment buildings look like a scene in some english period peace, or like, a jack the ripper movie. it's pretty awesome.
so y'anyways. i'm straight-chillin on the stoop for a while, looking at the sparse splatter of stars visible over roxbury. i meet a guy that lives on the first floor of the apartment. suprise, he too goes to NEU. and so does his girlfriend. He is an english major and transfered from oberlin. he probably does work sometimes. i told him he was lucky to have the room he does in the house. it's on the ground floor, and it was that semi-circle part with the three windows along it. i forget what this is called. he told me that it's okay but not that awesome because his couch completely blocks the windows so he keeps the blinds closed all the time. i told him that was stupid. i told him to rearrange the room. that pretty much ended our chat. his name is james. he smoked.
to more important things:
after about fifteen minutes of watching jon and other things in motion, jon got on his knees and started summoning some city wildlife from an alley. a little kitty cat came out. after a few minutes of meowing and making little kitty-luring noises we got him/her to come over to us. he/she played with us for like, a full hour and got really comfortable with us. he/she followed us into the building and i thought jon was gonna let me keep it, but then hesaid it had to go back out. i got really sad and felt bad for my new feline friend. we walked to AK's, a sub shop down the street, a few minutes later so jon could eat and we saw our little kitty in the alley as we passed. he/she came running after us but when he/she saw where we were going he/she stopped in the middle of the street and called after us, with head cocked to the side, looking confused and hurt.
why the fuck are cats so cute.
i want one.
still.
so y'anyways. i'm straight-chillin on the stoop for a while, looking at the sparse splatter of stars visible over roxbury. i meet a guy that lives on the first floor of the apartment. suprise, he too goes to NEU. and so does his girlfriend. He is an english major and transfered from oberlin. he probably does work sometimes. i told him he was lucky to have the room he does in the house. it's on the ground floor, and it was that semi-circle part with the three windows along it. i forget what this is called. he told me that it's okay but not that awesome because his couch completely blocks the windows so he keeps the blinds closed all the time. i told him that was stupid. i told him to rearrange the room. that pretty much ended our chat. his name is james. he smoked.
to more important things:
after about fifteen minutes of watching jon and other things in motion, jon got on his knees and started summoning some city wildlife from an alley. a little kitty cat came out. after a few minutes of meowing and making little kitty-luring noises we got him/her to come over to us. he/she played with us for like, a full hour and got really comfortable with us. he/she followed us into the building and i thought jon was gonna let me keep it, but then hesaid it had to go back out. i got really sad and felt bad for my new feline friend. we walked to AK's, a sub shop down the street, a few minutes later so jon could eat and we saw our little kitty in the alley as we passed. he/she came running after us but when he/she saw where we were going he/she stopped in the middle of the street and called after us, with head cocked to the side, looking confused and hurt.
why the fuck are cats so cute.
i want one.
still.