homehealthy, new york-sick.
new york seems to be confused and us inhabitants fall prey to random rain and thunder storms. good shit. the best shit was probably when the sky just let loose on the hipsters in the park across from my work who were in attendance at the death cab for cutie show. the blood curdling screams could be heard for at least a ten block radius. hilarious i say. everyday i return to the warm warehouse i am currently calling home sweaty and tired. can't say that i mind. there are five other people and four cats calling it home. the junkyard outside houses at least three feral cats, two of whom were once house cats. i miss having pets. brooklyn (slash williamsburg) is full of pet owners, and i would like to join their ranks. seeing as i can barely afford to keep myself afloat, i think a living being that depends on me for their life blood is gonna have to wait.
i miss venice.
i miss venice.