
whats he looking for?







this weekend was a blur. and like most weekends the end comes too soon. we met some germans and drank thier beer. we went to dumbo to soak up the sun and baked and caught a mouse in the house. but we didnt make it into a pie like peter rabbit, although it was suggested. i am aching to write a book, but i just need to finish my proposal. what will happen next.
this weekend i promise to make breakfast. toast with jam. i promise to make coffee with cream just how you like it. even though i take mine black.

ive had a lot of things on my mind lately-like wanting to branch out on my own. wanting to return to work in the simplicity of a coffee shop. i want to make, make, make. but my time is always occupied by less important things- most times i find myself on the couch in a vegitable like state dreaming of nothing inparticular. i watched people on the train this morning and most of the people reading had sour looks on thier faces like thier upper lips smelled. i started my day out right with a coffee from joyce on my walk to the q train. and im ending it right with my handsome boy at his premier-he played a one-legged hobo.