Just some girl with a stilted attitude

Okay, *this* guy likes Brooklyn more than me.

Maybe it's cos I woke up still a lil' tipsy, or maybe cos I had that paniced feeling that I had to work, and then realized that I didn't, but whatever it is, I feel wooooonderful this morning! There's something about walking on Myrtle Ave, Brooklyn in the springtime..it's just fucking pleasant. I'd agree with my girl Sassy in that, " I heart Brooklyn in the spring." The birds are chirping, people are meandering, and I need to take a damn shower. HA, well that was random. Anyway, a brekky of coffee w/ soy milk, carrots, eggplant hummus, and Elliot Smith is just making me CONTENT. I wouldn't say I'm normally content to be merely content..but my Hello Kitty curtains are rippling in the breeze by my open window and listening to my wifey's Figure 8 album is bringing back memories from freshman year of school...yikes. I'm not a huge Elliot Smith fan, but this album is so nice. So sad and pretty and nostalgic. Me n' my first roomie in college (before my wonderful wifey/roomie of 3 years, she was craziest girl I ever knew, like, medically crazy, tried to cut her finger off with a plastic knife once, but I still loved her) used to listen to it when we were ridiculously out of our minds (on substances I won't say what), so it will forever make me feel like it did back then: heartbroken and hopeful and slightly confused. I remember the sunken eyes and sleepy Sunday afternoons in the dorms, painting and smoking and doing laundary in our communal bathrooms and dying someone's hair neon orange and listening to "Everything Means Nothing to Me.." Oh, college years! Thanks fer the music Elliot, I'm sorry.