In a Corner

I sometimes dress myself into a corner. I iron my pants and shirt every morning. Once I have those on, I hate to change them. I really wanted to wear this tie today so I put it on. I had a really hard time finding a jacket that worked. Navy was out of the question because of the pants. Browns didn’t work because they were too close to the yellow shirt. This dark green one is similar in color to the stripe in the tie so I went with it. I have mixed feelings about it overall.

October 16, 2013 - 9:10 a.m.

After twelve hours of labor and three sets of pushes, my son - Spencer Terry - was born.

He was not breathing and grey as concrete, but after a few minutes he was just fine and peeing on the nurse that was cleaning him. He was 8 lbs and 9 oz, and 21 and a half feet long.

My pittbull-english bulldog mix, treats him as if he was her own, and cries when she can’t see his face. It’s so precious.

I’ll be posting a picture soon.

some days i just become hyper-aware of how gross the city is and how it smells really bad and there is trash on the sidewalk and a lot of people who smoke while they walk right in front of you and a ton of assholes and I miss nature and good nature smells and wish I hadn’t so often taken the scent of burning firewood and crunchy leaves for granted

but then some days I listen so some grey fall music and think about hopping the subway all the way up to central park and walking in the grass

and how I could go uptown to a museum with just me and my sketchbook, and walk the dozens of blocks home in the nice chilly air, and I feel lucky and remember why I wanted to come here

I got three words for today's upd8:


Haven’t gotten me to say that in a while. Usually it’s “Dun dun dunnnnnnnnn.” or “….well, fuck. That blows.”

also, Karkitty, your sassy black woman is showing, honey.