A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

Today while I was waiting for the R train at 14th Street I saw an absolutely ENORMOUS rat running along the electrified third rail. He/she (it's hard to imagine rats actually having gender) never actually touched the rail; I don't mean to sound morbid, but it would have been interesting to see what would have happened. During rush hour traffic, no less. The incident made me think of a quote that comes from an old college professor of mine. When I was in school I used to take classes up at Sweet... Sign in to see full entry.

I spent the day running around Manhattan buying clothes I DIDN'T need to buy. Did I mention that I have a frustratingly expensive habit of buying clothes I don't need? But I did buy a wonderful black sweater at the Gap. Oh, no, not more black clothing. But then again, I do live in New York. Sigh. Black in one's wardrobe is practically mandatory. I seriously considered running up to FAO Shwartz just for the hell of it but decided that fighting rush-hour traffic on the R just wasn't worth it.... Sign in to see full entry.

So I'm hanging out here in my PJs, and I'm wide awake! I meant to go to bed about an hour ago but I can't seem to get to sleep. I've got too much energy and too much on my brain. Any other insomniacs out there??? Sign in to see full entry.

As I described in my post below, I have problems with my mom. She is an ever-present force in my life who never leaves me alone and won't keep out of my business. I described at one point how she went into my closet and read all the journals I'd kept when I was younger, and how she has gotten so upset over the whole facebook note I wrote. Those are two of the most outrageous examples of how she invades my privacy, even when she's not physically present; but there are more occasions on which I've... Sign in to see full entry.

I wrote a blog post on facebook about this past weekend. You can get some of the details about the weekend in my earlier entries. It was totally tongue-in-cheek, sarcastic, and I was a bit drunk when I wrote it. It was just one of those things that was written for the benefit of a few select people, but even people who weren't involved loved it. However, somehow my mom found out about the entry and called me to say she had "recieved something disturbing." In the note, I referred to R as "the... Sign in to see full entry.