Driving Away From the Weck of the Day, and it's Finally Quiet in My Head

Think I�ll be seeing some Pixies, Beck and Belle & Sebastian this weekend among others; maybe Rilo Kiley if we get there early enough. Hear that Mo Jo? Two days of music so I hope to catch some of it. That�s if I get my work done. Horticulture Club: I got a bushel of these from a friend in Maryland. I had never seen them before. Evidently these are not particularly indigenous to Maryland; I believe Texas, Oklahoma and Arkansas are their home of choice but they do grow as far up as New England. This friend found several bushes somewhere and did some research on what they were; he found that there is some old wives tale that claims they keep away spiders and cockroaches so you can probably figure out why he sent them to me in NYC without me giving you even the tiniest clue. I placed a few around my room and in a friends apartment; I think they are supposed to go outside the building but that is not possible. They look like green brains and are supposed to smell slightly like citrus and are often called osage oranges. I have a bushel or a crate or whatever it is. I 'm pretty sure he broke some law by sending me a perishable bushel of green brain fruit just as I probably broke some law in excepting it. When the agriculture feds come after me and put me in the slamma please inform Justin his parents better sell the vineyard because I want the best attorney in NYC. By the time Friday arrives the literal and the metaphorical have merged; this is not a dangerous place just closer to the edge than I usually stand. Despite this psychologically dangerous unification Fridays are actually good to me, and Saturdays awaken the part of my mind which provokes the fissure which in turn promotes unblessed but necessary equilibrium. Political Notes: Bill Bennett isn�t a racist like I�m not a hot, but rather frigid, dirty girl wanna be with the hottest butt in NYC. The Truth is Out There. Get off your chubby little behind and go find it; may be under a lot of dog shit so wear gloves. I'm planning an out of character weekend to end the seemingly endless monotony which is the chosen life. And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud And I know that you'll use them, however you want to title and italicized lyrics by Anna Nalick