Thank god for small black and white notebooks, more thanks to the black pen I have to write with it.
So its a little after 9, morning still and I think I shold still be sleeping. After moving, I no longer take the subway. My motives have changed and I'm an official bus girl. B63 or bust!
I wonder if Alice can find me here? do you think he knows about buses? or Bay Ridge for that matter? Speaking of Bay Ridge, my neighbrohood is all the same. Same person - different body. I think, honestly I fit in here even less then I did in park slope. Its a funny thing about being lonely, you do things that most people don't do, and you do them for the simple reason that you have nothing else to do. Last saturday, I slipped on my seam stockings, a cute little red sweater and a black skirt. Shoes makeup and hair, what more is there? so me my self and my cute hair, we walked around the block, literally. Walked around the block, one big fat boredom circle.. came home, smiled, said a hello to my cats and went to bed. A brooklyn girls big night out..
and you thought you were wierd?
