Because we all know how I feel about New York City... Ok, so here's the thing (few things...) After a ripper breakdown on Tuesday I wrote my life a letter that sounded something like this. Dear Life Why can't I have a job in New York City? And if you won't let me have a job in New York City, you should really at least give me a halfway decent one in Melbourne - to tide me over. I have sincerely appreciated my many weeks of sashaying the planet...
After the intensity of yesterday's post, I thought I might lighten things up today and talk about how my Real Estate Agent aka Property Manager is a wanker. Plus after adding the snazzy new disclaimer now sparkling in the right hand column of my page, I figured what better way to kick off than slander? Just kidding... this isn't slander at all... it's the blatant truth. Anyways, I'm not going to do anything fun like mention names or...
I'm staying busy memoir-ing. I've got content all about so rather than have an anxiety attack over it I focussed today on banging out a solid chapter. I figured if I touched up one complete chapter it would lift my spirits in terms of that particular project... and it totally did! It's exciting to see a new book take shape besides Poetry Volume 2, which is also coming along nicely. Last night I went out with a group of Writers and we talked...
As we all know I was supposed to be at work today doing very important things for food money. Somehow in the mix of the few crazy days I've had, the bank thought it would be entertaining to issue a me a new key card... to remind me of being broke I suppose. So this morning I hopped the train in Richmond betting to jump off at Flinders Street. However since my face was buried in iPad writing memoir chapters, I accidentally got off at Parliament...
Dreadlocks The girl smirks with each hair twist tangling her dry tresses to a new life of dreadlocks. She likes the boy that’s doing them - his tattooed calf and headscarf, dreadlocks with many years on the doe getting twisted. She briefly eyes me on arrival. I’m ordering a double espresso and feeling guilty about staining my teeth. The doe checks me out when I sit across from her at a low black coffee table. She pretends not to see me smile...