Cup of Tea

OH,sweet domestic issues that just keep popping up like daisies…thank you.

That’s me up there, the little girl who’s too sad to eat her dinner

so, I was jostling down Washington Ave with my poor, fragile toe, in a huff (I’d been walking about two blocks in the wrong direction(because I’m a retard) then turned around, unable to walk my stellar new york pace due to… The Toe, when I stumbled and fell, my toe causing a gruesome mess that I will  not barage any with.  There I was stranded, unable to walk, blood leaking, no cell phone, closer to my starting point than my destination (first day of work(daycare childrens)). I made quite a spectacle of myself as I balled my eyes out not caring that I looked crazy and homeless.  So, somehow I managed to literally hobble back to campus, eventually, reaching the nurse who was so nice and sympathetic (she’d had a few goes with her toe as well).  I pretended in my mind with my yes clamped shut, that it was just like a pedicure. it hurt like a mother but now my day is gold.  and I start work next week for sure.  +I rewarded myself with some $5 homemade earrings. My toe is doing better—all snug in one whole roll of gauze.

happy day.  For better or worse. No inbetween greys this time.

nothing a beautiful mocha can’t fix. as always.

Halloween looms ahead! and I…

Can NOT wait to be spooked.  just wish the pumpkins could come visit NY.

constant coment/constant comment/constant comment/constant comment/constantcomment/newblogtitle/phew!

I love this weather for real, but I’m sick. poo poo.  I’ve decided for Halloween I shall be a poor non-princess Cinderella who has just finished cleaning the chimney.

New York is my love and everything but, it does not do autumn justice.  I need to go somewhere where all I see are the meadows, where I only hear the wind and the rivers.  i can tuck into a good book beside a frosty window, and brew some constant comment.  aaahhh…I am an old lady for ever. + now i’m too paranoid to walk the streets on halloween upon hearing about prowling gangs and such. It really breaks my heart, it’s so depressing.  but i can’t bear the thought of a quiet, indoor halloween, ok, maybe indoor…but I must have a little danger.. is it worth getting shot over? what scares me most is just how much shit we are capable of. what am I supposed to do about it?

Eeire moment. My roommate wasn’t home, so I snuck on her windowsill and took some photos of the beautiful cold windy night.

Mom and I enjoying the tiny breezes and our twenty cups of tea.  It’s fun to be ladylike. When I get old, I’ll do this every afternoon. oh shit, I already do! I already AM an old lady