Hollaback NYC - for all you ladies out there you have ever been harassed--this is the place to vent!!

One day, a year or so ago, I was walking along 11th or 12th street, right off Broadway with Suzanne. We were happily chatting away after having done some shopping, or some activity of that ilk.

Then, a crazy old hobo man passes by, and as he does, grabs my crotch and says, "Fucking cunt!"

I was too shocked to say or do anything. Moments after, it felt so unreal. Could that really have just happened, out in public?

He wasn't in his right mind anyway, but god men can be assholes!

thanksgiving was lovely.

i am so lonely.

i hate this.

Friendships, like many other things in life, are best left alone, without very close inspection.

Otherwise, you see the fraying threads, and can't think about anything else.

i want the key to unlock people.

it's been six months, and it feels like forever and a moment.

how did we get to be so lucky?

i love you, jason musante klein, even though your middle name is crazy and you're a huuuuge liar.

mine mine mine.

i've had to dig myself out of this hole one too many times.

it's a long, slogging process, and i try not to sink too many people with me.

i love love love imogen heap. really excited to see her perform nov 21!

i'm head over heels; it's wrenching to be away from you.

my breath rose in misted clouds while hiking across the heath. the rusted leaves were soggy underfoot, and mud made it hard going. but the beauty inherent in such carefully cultivated wilderness couldn't be denied. dogs abounded everywhere, leashless.

in kenwood house, a painting of a pack of dogs savaging a fox disturbed me to no end.

incomplete.

I finally gave in.

Flickr. Check it out. London and summer pics. More to come.

I've lost all my writing.

And so I am muted.

i feel weird, and detached, and tired.

i know what i want, but i don't, really.

my eyes are drooping.

cough, cough.

i haven't had time to breathe in deeply, and relax.

i look at her, and i can't help the inevitable. then all these inexorably bad things happen, and i have to stop the thought processes before they overtake me.

we're all pretty similar.