walking remedy

So I've started taking long walks with my boyfriend all around the city and it seems to help me out alot. Being the NYC Soho/Village girl at heart, I NEVER walked in Brooklyn. Yesterday I did and saw the spot I want to live in. It is called Boerum Hill. It is a lovely place; like Bed-Stuy corner stores met Village thrift shops and outside cafes. I want to live there so badddd!!!!! BAD I TELL YOU!

I've started stretching my earlobes. They are at a [pussy ass] 14 gauge (think of 3 or 4 earrings being in one ear hole= 14 gauge). About 2 weeks from now I'm going to upgrade them to a 10 gauge! I don't think I will go no bigger than... 0 guage.

I have blonde and purple streaks in my hair now. My boyfriend HATES them, yet he is walking around with a bald head.

Again...

So I've decieded to annoy myself more and create ANOTHER spot where I can blog. Unlike the other sites that I blog, I can actually say pretty much anything I want to say without any limits and you get to view it for free!

This week has been so stressful for me. I'm trying to find a part time job because I get laid off my Cage Dancing job. I also broke my digital camera and I needed them to take sets for one of the alt sites* I'm on.

* I'll explain alt sites in another blog.

My cousin who has been in the hospital has been doing much better, but still in fatal condition. Everytime I go see her she is sleep. You can not image the feeling up seeing someone with all those tubes in their mouth and needles in their body not be emotional. Even though she is better, she is still not out of the bad yet.

Almost none of my "friends" has even asked me if I'm okay or even asked what has happened. They all seem to vanished as soon as I told them that my cousin is in the hospital. FAKE ASS friends! As far as I'm concered, they all can vanish out my fucking life. You don't want to care about me when I going threw some really personal events where I need a friend the most and don't even call, text or message me. I don't need them at all.

Not everyone has been like that (well 1 person), so I have to say that I have some support.

(To not make this first entry blog a complete depress and angry vent)

I will be going to Parsons to attempt to get my BA degree. I still don't know what to major in though. I also don't know if I will start this semester (Fall 08) or next semester (Spring 09). I really want to move away and leave this country!

[The photo of me is by Anthony DePrimo.]