i seem to see different carcasses along leslie as i walk to practice now. last week was a dead bird. tuesday i saw a racoon and today i saw a rabbit. another time i saw a skunk. scary to think that animals can live through the assness of ‘walking to outer harbour stink’. maybe that’s why they’re dead.

so there were 2 hardcore hoodrats on the subway. and there were 3 stereotypical blondes. the hoodrats were taking up 5 seats between themselves as they were acting all ‘street’ like they from tha hood yo. probably going home to their mommies cuz it was past their bedtimes. and the 3 blondes were scrutinizing those reese peanut butter cups ads and they couldn’t understand them. y’know the ones that have 2 pics… one that says ‘good together’ and then shows the candy ‘better together’. anyhow, the hoodrats were laughing at them most obviously. and then continued to speak in ‘street’ cuz they so cool. anyhow, the blondes went to kennedy and as i stood by the door i got the ‘look’. y’know the look where a chick judges a chick and automatically thinks, ‘i’m like SO better than her.’ o dear, i’m heart-broken… right.

it’s kinda creepy when someone you don’t know leaves a comment on your glob. i mean yeah, it’s on-line and it’s for public consumption, fine read away. but to the point where someone leaves a comment? c’mon. and now i know that i’m going to elicit a myriad of anon/unknown comments from strangers.

my mother’s funny. she tried to give me a keychain with a light. the kind that you can use when you’re coming home late at night so you can find the keyhole. right. i’m not blind like the rest of my family and the people across the street have this porchlight that’s blindingly bright. the ones that are like foglights on cars that are so bright that they blind you. and it’s ALWAYS on. and i know this because it’s still on at 6am!