She blinked up out of her avid shameclosing eyes, mewing plaintively and long, showing him her milkwhite teeth.

There's a tree that grows right outside my window, and it's a huge tree with all the things a tree has.
I played on it growing up, playing the game of 'how high can you climb?' but as a 10 year old I didn't fully realize my impending acrophobia, and would make it about half way before getting dizzy. Later, I realized that my biggest fear was not falling down, but in somehow someway the world would be turned upside down and I'd fall into space. I still worry sometimes and try to devise plans to anchor myself to the ground or just spend a life living in an intricate system of tunnels.

Amy's package finally arrived containing:

• Paul Auster's The Brooklyn Follies


• NFW- Not For Tourists Guide to NEW YORK CITY


• Arthur B. Klyber's Once A Jew
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• Bloom's Literary Guide to NEW YORK


• A Potato Gun


• Older Pete pin (since she's decidedly younger Pete, the cards are already dealt)


• Actual police tape from a gritty crime scene in which the grizzled detective rubs his jaw and wonders if his wife loves him, or if he needs to stop smoking so much and "get on the damn patch."

All in all, fun stuff. I got my business cards today, and will be handing them out at the thesethingsarenow/wemadeoutonce party this weekend in Denton, Austin (hopefully) and San Angelo.

Desperately hungover. I have 12 new messages on my phone, and three of them I have no idea who they are. Someone inviting me to a show in Dallas and then one of them is a 212 area code...Manhattan?

Anyone in Denton remember this girl? I think she stayed in West.

# This is the last of Earth! I am content.

Go listen to Chromeo.

I finally FINALLY bought my ticket to NYC today. After I had finished all my work I decided I might as well get it done, since I had been putting it off for such a long time. I had waited so long to actually figure out what was happening, but now it's all good. Total :117.23 I leave Monday August 13th straight out of DFW. I need a ride at 11am. I need one dearly.

This museum is a torpedo moving through time.

Today at work:
Escaped mental patient terrorizes elderly couple and steals only a two liter bottle of Diet Coke from the refrigerator before returned to the hospital.

At Hangar 23 they had drills for WMD's but realized that it was too hot, called it off.

I wrote a story about volunteers for at the VA Hospital. Check Wednesday's paper, page 2.

I just sent off for a viewbook and application for The New School. Steena made it sound so appealing. Plus I think I'd like to get my M.F.A now that I've learned that my loan is pushed back even further. I might as well use it. It'll some time before I'm actually able to attend, at least a year so I don't have to pay out of state tuition.

Work on the website is slow. If you have myspace:These Things Are Now you can be my friend. Or you can be my friend in real life and I'll just tell you what I post about while I treat you to spinach quesadillas.

What is this that frees me so in storms?

So far I've sold most of my stuff, given it away to Jacob or Micah, and now I live in the back of house that's supposedly haunted.
Good thing is that I have a great job, a new Macbook Pro, and work at the number two credited newspaper in West Texas. We're like the New York Post.

Things could be a lot better though. Tons.

I wonder how many vagina's are on the internet?

I passed statistics. I guess statistically if you study in the basement of Willis Library for mind numbing hours it pays off.

Now I'm packing up my stuff. Steena called today and said they found an apt in Harlem? I said Brooklyn, but if I get to live in Manhattan that'd be alright with me too. She's calling back tomorrow with the details.

Holla at ya boy.