.the tiny branch apocalypse.

Everyone in Fort Greene this afternoon was a bit

itching to get out of the house.

Some post-Irene sights.....

A tree outside the funeral home took down a car and most of the sidewalk - was definitely the main attraction on Dekalb Avenue.

In some areas I'm never sure if things were like that before the storm.

There is no lake in Fort Greene Park....but there was today

.that whore Irene.

Here's my hurricane kit:

Included:

a 6 pack of Brooklyn Lager

Pop Tarts (because my mom mentioned them and I immediately wanted them)

cranberry juice

milk

cat food

wheat germ (just to be health, ya'll)

headphones

movies

Jonathan Safran Foer's Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close

X-acto knife

Dodger, my gnome/protector

reed diffuser (in case I die and my body is rotting in the apartment, it'll cover the scent and give me time to turn into a mummy/soap and therefor be donated to the Mutter Museum; I'm okay with this logic, please don't question it)

(not picture: boring stuff like jars of water and flashlights)

Aaaaaand, that's it.
I'm totally ready guys.

Also, see this post on what New Yorkers are doing to prepare. It's funny and very, very true.

.i feel.....

....crazy.

Which is okay.
Because crazy people
(ie: New Yorkers)
don't think/know they're crazy.

.not so little people.

FYI: I saw a woman who looked

exactly

like this

on the G train yesterday.

(except she was white).

Like a little

roly

poly

Fisher Price Little Person.

.five point eh.

As I passed all the office workers
standing outside
rocking out to Lykke Li
I thought,
"Huh, weird, there must have been
a fire....
ooooh, coffee!"

I'm just a little cranky because
I apparently missed
an
earthquake.

(How does one "miss" an earthquake?!?)

.fancy seeing you here.

Hi.

It's been a very, very long time since I've opened the blogger tab on my web browser and typed away; partially because I've been busy but partially because I've been a little down.

I find myself forgetting the weird and wonderful things that happen to me in this city and I hate that so I'm returning and sharing.

Hopefully in the end this summer will bring happiness and a sort of end to all the sadness in life. A slow and steady walk, not race, to a peak.

Best,
K.

(a relaxing lake view for the summer)