.her sick.

I had the
best
train conductor the other day,
among his gems were,

(pulling into the station and no one getting on since the train was too crowed)
"Good, we didn't want them anyway..."
(moments later pulling into the next station)
"...oh wait, here's the rest of New York"

only moments later to say the
greatest line
I have ever heard on a subway,
"Don't worry folks, this experiment in human sardine-ary will soon be over"

and I wonder
how
to use
sardine-ary
every day.

.has made.

Maybe I'm on this weird
Japan kick
after watching
Katsuhito Ishii's
Funky Forest
and
The Taste of Tea
'cause I can't get
enough
of these
Kikori no Kirikabu
and their counterpart, the
mushroom-shaped cracker
that taste
exactly the same.

Yum
in my face.
(she says after working out - *shrugs* life is still good)

.amphetamine.

I don't know who
this
is, but I really liked his
last answer
to New York Magazine's
21 Questions.

What makes someone a New Yorker?
Well, for every New Yorker there are at least five or six crucial doors. There is the door to their residence, their business, their bedroom, their bathroom, and that private door behind which they keep their hidden selves. How they balance their public persona, their family responsibilities, and their hidden, truest selves is what defines them as people and ultimately New Yorkers. The most remarkable people in this city are those not afraid to express that private self (be they writers, community leaders, musicians, dancers) and, in so doing, give all of us a great insight into the human condition. There are many New Yorkers — to me the people who can do that are the truest.

Amen!

.she's in a fix.

Here's an update,
this is the only
I wanted
anything
to do with yesterday:













And also yesterday,
waiting there at 23rd street F
for 30 minutes
with 25 lbs of
kitty litter with me
I stood there
(in 4 in. heels)
with my eyes closed
Pachelbel's Canon playing
in my
ears
and wasn't on
that platform.
I was
so
far
away.

.dropout.

I was
going to talk about
Bo
(hey there Bo - name that movie!)

but now
after a
"sick rider at 34th street"
I just want to say
I hate all people
you've all annoyed me today
every
last
one
all, what?
5 billion?
yeah
boo on you all.

Screw this
I'm ordering a
big
greasy
pizza
that can
barely
hold the weight of it's own
cheese.

.Susan in a ball.

If this doesn't teach you not to judge a book by it's cover, nothing will

(and titles for my posts are just taken in order of song lyrics - this one was a beautiful coincidence)

.she rolled.

I would have scoffed
at this
a couple weeks ago
but after realizing the
awesome power
of Entourage,
it just proves how
cool
Obama really is.

ALSO!
How do I get invited to the
White House
seder?!
Will Rahm and Axelrod be there?
I'll sit at the
kids table
with Sasha and Malia!
I'll share my charoset
and I promise not to
down
Elijah's wine when no one's looking.

.her light.

Thoughts from the last week

(since I've been semi-MIA):

1. I have yet to be on a normal running train since Friday night.
2. My mom told me about this clip from the nightly news and I've seriously been teary-eyed since watching it.
3. What is this?
4. Newest Bonko Blago news: he actually tried blackmail Rahmbo. He'll be dead in six months.
   
5. I like this video as well.
6. Sarah Silverman made cookie parties sound like fun, but they are not. No one can consume that many cookies. I desperately wanted a salad.