nothing is permanent: an ode to my sister the sage
if you're keeping up with me...haven't been home for a few days in morbid fear of impossibly cold apartment. three bickering russians hired by super argued for 15 minutes about whether busted window would be replaced in two weeks or three -- wished i'd studied a little harder in school so i could have interjected with an offer of a case of stoli to speed things up (it's that cold). work is another story, had it out with boss yesterday and told her that whatever her plan was, "I'm not fucking down with it."...of course, she thought it was a great conversation since my usual tack is to just work on getting a job somewhere else, which i'm doing...may be headed out west or south or somewhere new, flirting with the idea of moving to france while i am still young enough to fuck it up gloriously and still pull it off. if you're my friend, i miss you. if i don't know, i'm sure it's my loss and wish you well. can't wait for the spring to give this year a chance to blossom.