ok so it's been long,

since i got on this thing.
Don't you just love the fact that New York City loves to go all out on free paper. I mean wherever you go wherever you turn theres one of those free newspaper boxes (or booths -- i don't really know what one would call them) non english speaking elderly handing stuffing issues of AM new York or the Metro in your face. we really are lucky people, who wouldve guessed were living green.
But really I'm a complete supporter of tree cutting in exchange of 45 minutes of entertainment on the train rather than having to play staring contest with the wall street bussiness man sitting across popping up morningwood.
All my life I've always skimmed through the horoscope section of every newspaper/magazine I could get my hands on, only to be left to decipher what it says for the next part of my day. It's almost become a daily routine.
Wake up, skim, brush teeth, skim over.
But no I'm not a crazy astrological fiene, if thats what you've asked.
anyways what brings me to my point is, i never believed shit in those things. But I must commend the L magazine for their accurate reading of the stars. Afterall not many can truly interpret the power of the allmighty cosmic forces..

A couple months ago going about my day, i picked up the L mag, as always read the Audrey's SEX 101 Q&A. That particular issue dealt with eractile disfunction if im correct, and a woman afraid of her man taking a piss in her. Very fun. I looked through and found my favorite part, the horoscope. I didn't expect it but it said the single most truthful foretelling anyone could possibly give me:

"CANCER-- woah, woah woah - I just realized some thing it's stoop season baby! have you hung out on your friend's stoop yet? look, even if it's 45 degrees out, I highly reccomend you throw on a heavy sweater, crack open a forty and take an early spring life blossoming on your block. oh, and Cancer? Put on some pants this time!"

check, check, check, CHECK.
where the 40s at now hmmm?

p.s. ive decided ill post all of my horoscopes for each week and see how it goes. a little social experiment. not that anyone really cares haha..

BREAD AND BUTTER.

this is late, but, HAPPY CINCO DE MAYO.

lets dance with death or something.

Okay so for the past 2 hours i've been trying to replace my stupid septum captive and insert the ball. Obv an impossible task if anything. i lost it about 4 times, cursed and kicked around things in my room, found it, tried again, lost again, broke a sweat from all this excitement. So basically fuck it,

I'm listening to reagan youth, sorta bummed out with this weather situation.

Furby, tea, and GANgsta RAp.





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On a different note, I'm reading A Philosophy of Fear by Lars Svensden. So far crudely stated, it's a pussy book. However I'm searching for a place to sink my teeth in the saucy more nihilistic parts, although it seems that about 12 pages in it's beggining to awake the hidden little schizophrenic that hides inside my small intestines.

I've added a new word to my vocabulary. Z00ked (courtesy of Harold Paz and possibly Soulja Boy). Shall i use it in a sentence? i shall.

I'm looking forward to this weekend, in order to fulfill my dreams of getting completely zooked.. till the next day.

Anyway if find you need any tracks covering your auditory satisfaction while zooked, I suggest this. they're quite adorable.

sounds like a gypsy christmas dance party..

PEACE LOVE FROM ABOVE xxo,
eMtasy