Well, actually, it's the half-a-block long Mayflower semitruck sloppily parked outside my apartment door that brings the cops, but still.. *grin ( Read more... )

Real quick, because my internet time is almost up: I have a home. I have a little tiny one bedroom apartment on a busy street in a tiny New Jersey town, over a florist's shop. I'm sleeping on an air mattress, eating carrot sticks and peanut butter, and drinking coffee. I have a pet spider. I see trees out the bedrooom windows, and the tops of old ( Read more... )

That's all it's been, though. I got here on the 8th, and life went into whirlwind mode. To wit: staying with a friend at her apartment in Manhattan, relearning public transit systems and subway navigation, taking up the reins of my new position with its attendant increase in speed (and yet I have had many compliments, so maybe I'm competent, after ( Read more... )

I burned my life today. Built up a bonfire in an overturned heap of receipts, bills, statements, love notes, medical reports, old charms and blank checks -- 20 years of ephemera, crumpled and set ablaze ( Read more... )