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i am so incredibly loved and happy. i am only writing this here so i can sort of trap myself into writing down everything that happened this weekend! but i can't do it right now because i've GOT to get these horoscopes done. but just know: i am so incredibly pleased with the world.

some people totally get it:

but that red 'M' on the bottom is maybe out of place.. *tweak*

woke up on the floor of annalee's room at ganas community on staten island. the commune has bought about 10 houses there and merged them together into a longstanding urban commune. pretty great. we had taken the staten island ferry there the night before, and stayed up late talking. i had cereal for dinner in the communal dining area, which was very comforting. annalee made me a special nest on the floor. elly nest.
so i'm in new york. yesterday i was feeling really cranky and out of it, and bummed. then i ate a lot of chocolate and felt better, and oliver informed me that according to our moon phase calendar at home, it's PMS time. that would explain the chocolate.

i'm in new york and oliver's not here. last week we were in michigan... i can't think of much to say about that, but oliver updated mightily about it, so you can read his post.

i'd like to lose the part of my brain that makes me forget and lose things all the time. i left my toothbrush and shampoo at pinky's place. then today i left my water bottle and my cute strawberry bobby pins (a gift from cyan!) in staten island.

my first night in new york i dropped stuff off at pinkys and we went straight out to chumleys, where i drank. then we went to a diner where a strange urge overcame me. since i was in NYC it seemed like i should follow all urges, so i ate waffles and bacon. it was good, but i swear i woke up in the night with heart palpitations.. i think from the sugar. i've been eating vegan since then, as if that makes up for it.

there was a fire in the west 4th st subway station today, so the F to brooklyn and all other 6th ave related trains were fucked as hell. i found out the hardest way.

i woke up groggy and confused, on the floor, looking out the window at the rain and grey sky. we walked to the ferry, my duffle on my shoulders. we took the ferry. i took pictures of the statue of liberty. no coffee. no food. i made a bad train decision in my uncaffienated state and decided to take the 4/5 to 14th and take the L over to the union square 14th stop. no coffee. no food. no water - because i'd left my nalgene bottle at the commune. hadn't brushed my teeth since i left my toothbrush at pinkys. cracked out. furry teeth. get over to 14th st union square, wait for 30 mins for no train, and then a loud gentleman from MTA boots everyone out of the station, saying the train isn't running there. what the fuck. by this time it's 1:00pm.

i emerge from the station. it's raining. my bags are cutting into my shoulders. people on the corner are fucking cranky. i briefly consider going into urban outfitters and buying a belt since my pants have been showing my ass all week. instead, heavy duffle still in tow, i walk down 6th avenue towards west 4th, thinking i'll get on the F there. i stop at the familiar rite aid near IYI on 13th and buy a toothbrush and a bottle of water. i hurl my luggage onto the sidewalk outside rite aid and proceed to brush my teeth right there. it was holy. no one looked at me.

upon continuing my sojourn, still no coffee, no food, but at least some water and clean teeth, i discover that the fucking fire is at west 4th. i discerned this by the nest of firetrucks and cop cars. i consider terrorism but decide not to worry.

this is the point where all you can do is become limp and let the chaos of NYC carry you where it may. in this case it carried me into a cab and straight to brooklyn and pete's place, where it's safe. now i'm happily on the couch, with internet and a tummy full of coffee and mexican food. all is well. pete and urcella are awesome.

note to self: always go straight to brooklyn.

i fly home sunday night. before i do that, i only have two things i really wanna do. one is go to the alex grey chapel tomorrow to see eve perform perhaps and buy some tripper fashions. i also really want to go to the met and see the occult
photography exhibit with egg. and eat at naidres in the morning, and maybe buy something cute at the little store on 7th avenue that i like.

meow.