He’s not very South Street

i can't stop reading frank'o hara poetry, eating wheat and blueberry waffles, drinking a unnecessary amount of orange juice, and somehow i've started to watch a good a mount of television? it may have to do with the big beautiful bed located right in front of the big not so beautiful television...

now dr. phil is on and although i do not approve of this i'm too tired from work and a four hour ethics class to even move. it's a wonder my finger muscles are even working.. today there was a good amount of rain/ my windshield is so dirty.

there is a list of a million things i need to do, starting with "save money for a rainy day" like today, "stop buying fashion magazines, nail polish and you already have too many packs of gum, don't buy any purses either" i'm the prime example of an emotional buyer. also a great example of a person who works and has very little to show for it.

i think a lot of it is the angsty 18 year old material side hanging on, while the mature sophisticated miss moreno keeps saying "you need to be more responsible!" visions of myself floating in a candy-paint convertible with money flying out from behind me, rich as the day i was born! then reality hits, i look into my wallet to pay for my gas and i realize that stack of $20's that was there upon pay day is now stifling down to a stack of $10's, now $5's .. oh god we're in the $1 zone.

better luck next pay check!