M is mad at K because K is trying to tell him how to paint. B is mad at K because K spoke to him inappropriately. I almost knocked P down entering the room she is painting. I’m mad at P and T for making a mess of the side yard with a big whopping paint spill. S is out of town and I called him and said there is a mutiny forming at the…
Yesterday K tried to impress upon me that I am choosing victimhood in my role at the LaLa and that people are taking advantage of me left and right. He irritates the hell out of me because if anyone is taking advantage of me it is him with his slow ass ways! Meanwhile, spoke with TL this morning about this bend over grab your ankles home remodel life that we are living – it sucks,…
H said to me he saw a man leaving my apartment – is that your friend? he asked – and I said he’s certainly not my enemy. I asked him if he is the hall monitor now. Just curious, he said. Hmmm, I said.
Even though I started my day with Abby #1 in my arms and a big squeeze hug from Jake, I came home to the Bean puking up her kibbles because of the pesticide they sprayed in the apartment. Work was nonstop phone calls till I finally had to get up and walk away from the desk in the late afternoon – so I thought I would take the Bean out for fresh air, stop by…
It’s quite nutty to believe that anyone can feel a sense of permanence around these parts anymore. Get your house in order and risk the potential annihilation of a place? After Katrina, I think we’re all seeking some form of permanence, even though ironically we all know it can’t be found. We’re driving nails into buildings that are no more permanent than a blade of grass because the ground we are building on is on…
…unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full Of direst cruelty So again says Lady MacBeth – and I say to Armando today when he comes stalking the LaLa – no, you can’t come around here anymore. I helped you out but I don’t need your help – he was volunteering to work on the house for free. He tried to explain himself saying he was just stopping by but…
R dressed as Lady MacBeth with blood stains on her hands last night – she kept saying “out, spot, out” but the reference was perhaps lost on the witches, ghosts and goblins that inhabit the non literary world. It’s that blood on her hands that bugs me most – because when it is on MacBeth’s hands she says a little water will wash it out but when she sees her own hands bloodstained, she embodies…
I dressed up as a pirate to go to the neighborhood block party on L’s street. Turned out it was a heavy metal band (kind of) and a collection of people sitting on the front stoop of two houses, so we made our way back to the little party that was going on at V’s house across the street from L. R had joined us after dinner and we went to Pal’s and we went…