desk!

currently at home, sipping an apple vodka tonic. brand new shampoos, conditioners and contact lenses languishing in the bathroom. exciting behemoth that i dragged home last night now in place in my bedroom.

it's even lovelier than it was last night. i'm so pleased. even though it does not go with the dresser (which is big, mod, boxy, and shiny black and red lacquer) at all, i don't mind. i like that my room is growing more eclectic as the days go by. particularly because the longer i live in it, the more i seem to accumulate things that really do accurately represent me. shiny black dresser. froofy green and white shabby chick desk thing. photographs. piles of music and clothing everywhere. perfumes for every mood (vanilla-y, grapefruit-y, allure-y). shoes. dust and disorganized boxes full of important files. scarf my sister knitted me. red cross cabinet from the roos. home is where the heart is, home is where my stuff is, home is where my hairballs lurk menacingly beneath the sofa. home is the only place i want to be when i'm exhausted and vulnerable.

i love it.

WHICh is why i opted to break my engagements for tonight and stay at home instead. because after and entire day of being stared at, subjected to lewd remarks and just basically disgusted with men obsessed with my tits and not afraid to tell me, i suddenly felt a great desire to be....home.

it's either that or get booked for homicide. after all, i started the day by spitting at the first guy stupid enough to crane his neck audibly at my bosoms.

hm. my mother fears that living in brooklyn is making me crass. do you think?