When i think of the end of 2008, it's going to sound like Gogol Bordello. It will feel like being smashed, unable to breathe without breaks in the waves, and being loved, randomly ( Read more... )

Dear Trader Joe's ( Read more... )

This morning i woke up to a phone call. Why i love my boyfriend: "Good morning darling ( Read more... )

Many times this week i've thought to myself, "are there days better than this?"

Friday morning Patti & i had breakfast at Pamela's in Shadyside. For those of you who didn't know:

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My fingertips smell like the mint leaves they've decimated. My feet are Brooklyn rooftop dirty & my shoulders purr from the smiles hugged into place ( Read more... )

It is 5:30am on a Saturday night/ Sunday morning & the street was still buzzing ( Read more... )

I wonder if Van Gogh's whore had loved his ear while it had still been attached, if that's why he gave it to her? I've been thinking of dismembered parts today. There is a hole in my hand, a labor of love. Perhaps the physical is filled by the abstract ( Read more... )

I woke up really excited yesterday without really knowing why. I tried not to get myself too worked up: last year was The Best Easter Ever, so i wasn't trying to top it, but i had a Damn Good Day.

Has anyone else noticed that this year was Evil Easter? I snagged these pictures from various window displays in the West Village:

WTF EVIL BUNNY

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I fully salute & celebrate the recognition of human folly ( Read more... )

Birthday traditions upheld ( Read more... )