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My arrival home was marked by the dim realization that, since I had spent the week previous suffering at the hands of my eeeevil bronchii, I had not. picked. up. anything. at. all. Seriously. My apartment looked like the only place the Rapture actually happened, and apparently when the Lord called up all his chosen children, they left dirty tissues and empty glasses and drink bottles all over. It was like a secret beverage burial ground.

I cleaned up a bit, but it's not quite finished. This is one of those times when I sincerely wish I could afford to pay someone to clean for me. Or could find someone to live with who likes to clean in exchange for cooking. I am so bad at it. So, so bad.

Today, when I left for work, I forgot to bring my inhaler, because I pretty much didn't need it after the first night in Denver. And my lungs pretty much instantly clogged up again. Ugh.

Anyway, I had a nice lunch with a very small contingent of the Madison Square Lunch crowd, which was extra nice because I missed lunch last week due to lung gunk. And I had a lot of Betty Boop stuff to bestow on people.

I went to the psychologist, and that was nice, and I talked to her about some of the stuff in my last (friendslocked) post. Then I went out to the little food tent enclave that is still in Madison Square (the one with the shaved ice guy I took pictures of) and got a pretzel dog.

Pretzel dogs are my guilty pleasure horrible snack food. Every once in a while I'll just get a desperate, crazy urge for a pretzel dog that can't otherwise be sated. But these are on homemade fresh pretzels, and topped with homemade sauerkraut that is really good. So I had that and a beer, and headed home on the subway.

I finished the book rosefox loaned me (thank you!) right before I got to the doctor. It was a very dense book and took me a long time to read. I'm still mulling over my feelings about it, which are mixed. It read like oral narrative, if that makes any sense, and I think that threw me a bit. The narrator had a habit of explaining to the reader what was going to happen before it did, and I felt like the parts of the story that I personally would have been most interested to read were summarized in not quite enough detail for me, especially when a lot of other things were described minutely. But I liked the protagonist and a lot of the world-building in it.

Anyway, when I got to the subway, I decided not to start a new book, and instead I just sat and thought thinking things. Nothing much of really any substance, mostly I made up little songs in my head.

Oh! And also also, I got an email about my blog today (and a comment from the same dude!). Usually when I get emails about my blog, they're "Increase traffic for just $29.95!" emails or whatever. This is what I got today:

hello,

i saw your blog and you have beautiful one.

also, you have beautiful long hair, but if you want to change style, may be you can cut it.

hope talking to you soon .

bye

[signed here]


Very nice of him to send a note, but the subject matter is a little creepy. Okay, dude, of all the things on my blog that you could have chosen to comment on, you picked my hair. He commented on my hair on the blog, too. Okay then! He can go be friends with the guy who tried to touch my hair on the way home the other night and then got shirty and shouted at me when I ducked out of the way. I think I forgot to write about that, it was one night when I was out with Rina. At least it happens less in Queens than it did in Manhattan, although there was another crazy hair lady in the past couple weeks too.

Now I think it is time to do some more apartment cleaning. If I start now, maybe it will not be ridiculously filthy by the time Lynette comes, Y/Y?

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HELLO

I READ YOUR POST AND IT IS A BEAUTIFUL ONE

ALSO YOU HAVE A DIRTY APARTMENT, BUT IF YOU WANT TO CHANGE THAT, MAY BE I CAN CLEAN IT

HOPE SEEING YOU SOON

BYE

[name redacted]

HELLO

I READ YOUR COMMENT AND IT IS A BEAUTIFUL COMMENT

ALSO YOUR CLOWN ICON IS REALLY CREEPY, BUT IF YOU WANT TO CHANGE THAT, TOO LATE I AM ALREADY HAVING NIGHTMARES

NEVER TO CLOSING MY EYES AGAIN

BYE

[name redacted]




:D :D :D :D

this is the best game

I feel a little bad making fun of his writing as I suspect English is not his first language.

Still, if you want to come here and clean, I will not complain. <3

We need to think of what things to do while you are here!

But you have beautiful hair. And maybe you could cut it so I could have the rest and make a replica of your head that I will keep on my wall. Because that is what I do to everyone whose blog I read and it is not creepy at all.

You need to be on AIM! I want to talk to yoooou.

Also, don't you already have one of those of me? Why don't you? Am I not loved enough to be creepily stalked?

I keep forgetting to turn on aim. But I will be on now!

I did try painting your face on a vollyball and adding that to my collection, but without the real hair it just isn't the same.

Man. I have never had a pretzel dog but now I feel I should try one someday, LOL

So I am not the only one who makes up little songs in her head?:)

Your comments on hair touching made me think of being in Africa when I was 7. Once our truck broke down kind of deep in the jungle and while my dad looked at it, the natives gathered. People kept rubbing my skin and parts of my hair. Dad said they were talking about how amazing it was that the white didn't rub off (I couldn't understand the dialect then.)

But I'm with you. I would rather people I not know NOT touch me. Ugh!

Pretzel dogs are amazing. Amaaaaaaazing.

And no, I have lots of little songs in my head all the time. And songs by other people in my head. Today it's Kathy's Song by Simon & Garfunkel. Which is funny because it's actually not raining right now.

It happens a lot here, but it is pretty much exclusively white people who do it here. In fact, there was also a white lady a couple weeks ago who pointed me out to her daughter and said "look! It's a white lady with a black lady's hair!" Always classy. I have several black friends who get it worse than I do. I think the biggest difference is that in your case, the people were probably doing it out of genuine curiosity whereas I live in New York City and it's not like people have never seen hair like mine before. I have a few other rants about it if you go far enough back in my LJ. And a comic!

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This sounds exactly like me! If you lived closer, we could have cleaning parties!

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