purtttiii view

poo poo lil birdy..poo poo on queenie's boy statue

toes n' such(buckingham palace)...yea...i totally pulled off my shoes over the fountain in front of the queen's crib and just chilled...

nay!!!!

Stairwells may cause death

I've been gone awhile.
This is mostly because i've been forced to play the role of "Grown" for the past couple o' suck ass months.
If waking up at 6:30 am 4 days a work week and staying out till 10pm most of these days is not grown- then by god, i don't know what is.

so anyhoo....so it has been for me.
i must say, however, that being innundated with work and responsibilites is a thrilling high. honest.
trying to pull extra hours out of the mandated 24 per day is not only exhausting, but also absolutely impossible.
but i try.
everyday.
like my very existence depends on it.

....so imagine my distress when i got trapped for 20 mins of this very valuable time in a stairwell in a classroom building somewhere on Bleecker.
All I remember mostly is....sweltering heat....me strippin to my wife beater.....me thinking "shit. i'm so late for class" .....me banging against the door with all my svelte might...while clinging to my $3.50 chicken gyro with weak fingers...and making oh...i dunno...4 desperate phonecalls for help.

Either way, the near death ordeal made me realize 3 things:

1) i would haaaaate to die in a stairwell with a chicken gyro and a brand new carbon monoxide detector from k-mart (i read an article about carbon monoxide and decided i could very easily die from it....enter special trip to k mart for detector)

2) i would HATE to have been the pudgy long haired boy who finally opened the door and got yelled at by a raving-mad-very sweaty-hysterical-near naked african girl with a mohawk: "what took you so DAMN long! you were all sitting right there! GAWD! I almost DIED!"

3) and the security guard who also had to bear the rage from the same..still sweaty...damn near naked crazy mohawked person

As i marched angrily down West 4th in a tank top and 30 degree weather, I found comfort in the fact that my gyro (which by now had released every drop of sauce and meaty juices into the brown paper bag) (which as i swung around in rage splattered randomly on pudgy boy and wide eyed security gaurd)--yes. my gyro was still there.

jerri suggested that the reason why no one opened the door for me was because "they knew you had a gyro--(something to eat)--and a carbon monoxide detector---(something to play with)---and they knew you were just acting a fool and would be alright once you discovered you had enough to survive in the stairwell"

well...
for the record.
i would just like to say "i disagree".

i would also like to say....
class happened to be cancelled that day.