hey man, want a piece of chicken?

someone just offered someone some chicken outside.

chris's hair is long enough for a ponytail.

i got anne sexton's complete works for christmas.

i saw jack and jeffrey lewis last night and they were phenomenal. then i ran into tasha and her sister on the street and went to a house party at someone's parents house and martin was there and it felt like being home on christmas break and we danced to they might be giants and everybody wanted 40s except me and martin.

today was my mom's birthday and we got cheesecake at juniors.

my glands feel swollen and i think i'm getting sick.

i made an origami penguin tree ornament.

all we did in albany was play scrabble. jon reminded me how to play "scrabble attack" where you turn the tiles over and then flip them one by one until you see a four letter word. you can take any 4+ letter words you see, and you can steal other people's words by anagramming them with at least one more letter from the middle.

you want some chicken?

i have a minorly infected toe and still have yet to wash my hair. baby jesus will save me because of it.

i also have a minor cold and haven't done much of anything since i got home. there is something about cleveland that makes me incredibly tired, cranky, and depressed. maybe i'll rage tonight anyway.

drinks in the middle of the day with elizabeth ruled yesterday, and i got to sit on santa's lap. i will post the pictures later.

apparently this morning i was laughing very hard in my sleep.

i spent my chanukah gelt at a lesbian bar.

rager.bather.squeaker

.rager.

rager/housewarming party/january party at my new apartment saturday the 13th. jacq, you say you like brooklyn? prove it by attending! and bring monen and naddeo and goligo et al. there will be glug and spudnuts.

.bather.

nicole said she heard someone "splashing around in the bath" at night and we thought she was crazy, but now i hear it too. clearly it is the ghost of someone who drowned in a bathtub.

.squeaker.

nyoko berkowitz is my baby guinea pig. she will coo if you pet her butt and feed her a carrot at the same time, unless you're steve, apparently. she also likes alfalfa hay and waddling.

i love brooklyn.
i may move there.
i love jawbreaker.
i may invest in a complete discography.
i love sleeping alone.
i may get cold tonight - we are out of oil.
i love being broke.
i may use this as a good excuse to stay home and work on my zines.

in my quest to find a jumper pattern or even a good picture of a jumper i would like to make for my friend emily, i found pictures of freshly dead "jumpers" from the world trade center. no, i will not post them here.

re: philly. rain check me.
re: nyc. see you there friday.

we had a squirrel in the house today. we decorated the living room yesterday. my group presented our "anatomy comedy skit" today. it was quite hilarious.

you're psyched for a new tattoo soon? me too!

so weak...

weakend recap:

thursday: figure out justin has been dating ex gf siobhan since we broke up two months ago. receive a weak email from him regarding this attempting to "prevent" me from hearing it from someone else. fortunately i already found this out. freaked out, studied for exam. [note: he has never said he is sorry.]

friday: panic attack 5 am. went to class looking terrible in a great outfit. sat through class. took my exam. went home. got drunk. giggled. hung out with vic. went to patty's. went to bed circa 3 am.

saturday: panic attack 7 am. drove to maine 10 am. hiked the woods. shopped. ate delicious pork chops. drank a bottle of wine. watched two terrible movies. slept so well. snuggled puppies.

sunday: slept in until 11 am. woke due to knock at the door - beaver carcasses had been dropped off for dogs. snuggled puppies in bed. drank coffee. hiked hawk mountain - gorgeous. ran errands - drove grandma in my car! cut down a branch for christmas tree. ate delicious dinner. watched school of rock. drank a bottle of wine. cramed the branch into my baby car. sleep sleep.

monday: slept until 9 am. woke due to puppies bounding into bed. ate breakfast. said bye. packed car. drove back straight to school. ate lunch. here i am.

all is well though, in case you were wondering. i'm only hurt because he turned out to be the shitbag i thought he was when i first met him. he did not belong with me in the first place. i have too much to accomplish in my life to be wasting my time and money with a person that has no ambition, that doesn't have fun, that is a liar and a deceitful person, has no remorse for what he's done and his lack of honesty, has never really cared for someone (me) he's said "love you" to, and is as mature as a 13 year old boy. i've learned my lessons: the hoodrats all hang together. they know who they are, and i know who i am.