Sign of the Times

So, my neighbor, this man from Haiti, seems to think that I worship the devil...
I have come to find out that he, indeed, does worship the devil, and I believe that he is somehow mistaking wiccan for devil-worship (at least in me). He told me that he saw me wearing my pentacle and he asked me, "aren't you scared?"
At first, I really couldn't figure out what he was talking about...but then it became clear to me that he thought that I was conjuring demons. He told me that he had been trying to contact the demon Queen of the Stars for many years, and had, in fact, covered himself in blood on several occassions in order to contact her. He asked me which demons I had been able to contact, which I answered with a resounding none...at this he was quite taken aback...though does claim to have a book that will make demon-conjuring easier for me...
My question is: how the hell do I keep attracting these crazy folk????

Well, for those of you who laughed and said that Midi was so overweight and that the vet was totally going to yell at me when I took him to see her...she told me that his weight is not dangerous and that she had a cat that was even bigger than him and totally healthy...
So, there...
On another note, he was not happy about the vet visit at all. He clawed me up real good when I was trying to get him into his carrier and then he was hissing and thrashing around while she was examining him.
But at least he got to see a lot of animals...other cats, dogs, a ferret...Midi did not like the ferret...

Driving home from the march in D.C., we passed through Carnie's Point, New Jersey. We have decided, screw L.A. We're moving to Carnie's Point. I'm sure that there are a lot of pirates there.

So, Beth and I just had the most fabulous weekend. We headed down to D.C. for Women's Rights March. That was definitely the coolest thing that I have ever done in my life and it was just so empowering and exciting to be around all of these people banded together for the same cause. I don't know if everyone had seen the news or read the paper since yesterday, but there were almost 1 million people that came...the biggest march/protest in the history of the United States. The Religious Right did show up to protest our protest. I took some pictures of some of their signs because they were particularly funny. One guy was holding up a sign that said, "You like beat children and torture young girls." Which didn't make a lot of sense to us because what does that have to do with anything. Another one just held up a sign that said, "Abortion is bad." At least be a little more eloquent with your protest. They also showed up at the Take Back the Night rally the night before. One man just kept yelling into his megaphone, "You just want an excuse to fornicate and fornication is bad." These people sounds really smart. All in all, it was a fantastic weekend and one that I will remember for the rest of my life. We took tons of pictures and when they are finally developed I will let you all see them.

My fucking god...
I was on the orange line today going to school...now, there are often pigeons in the station that will occasionally wander onto the train, but they always seem to get out before the doors close...
Well, not today...
The doors closed and this fucking pigeon was trapped in there and it is flapping its wings and flying all over the train car and I'm thinking just don't let this thing attack someone in its confusion and fear...
So, we get to the next stop and it is no where near the doors and just flying around madly...
Finally, this guy kind of bats it towards the door and then out of the train...and it flies away...
Thank god, because that could have been a bad scene...

Coming home from Manray's last Saturday night, Beth and I decided to take the Night Owl 39 Bus home. We were going in opposite directions, and therefore, would have to stand on opposite sides of Huntington Ave. I stood with her for awhile, but I started getting worried that I would somehow miss my bus if I was not standing at the proper bus stop and so I crossed the street. I was only standing there for a moment or two and this man comes walking up and stands next to me at the bus stop (looks probably like a Northeastern student). He turns to me and he asks, "Are you waiting?" Now, I guess stupid me, I thought well, we're at a bus stop, he must mean: are you waiting for the bus? So, I say yes and then go on to tell him about how I know that the bus will be leaving Back Bay at 2:30 and should be here any moment. He says, "I'm waiting for a blow job. Will you give me one?" I say, "Uhhh, no..." Then he says, "Are you sure? Because I'll give you $40." I'm like, "Uhhh, no..." He responds with, "How 'bout $50?" Still, the answer is no...Then he points across the street to where Beth is standing and asks, "What about her? What is she waiting for? Will she give me a blow job?" I said, "Uhhh, no, that's my friend and she's waiting for the bus..." He asks, "Are you sure?" Pretty sure...He stares at me for a few more moments and then walks away...
Now, my question was: do I look like a prostitute? But at least we now know what the going rate of a blow job in Boston is...

A PIRATE'S LIFE FOR ME...
It has been determined by numerous experts on this sort of thing that Boston is the most un-piratic of any U.S. city. Take for example the most recent adventure of Captain Tippy Yunon and I. We decided to go out on Friday night dressed as pirates. We figured that since we are, in fact, pirates, we might as well dress like them. And to be quite honest, we were not really even dressed that outlandish. I have done it up to a much greater extent in the past. Nevertheless, we were carrying pirate swords and this caused us to encounter many deathlooks throughout the course of the night. Boston is just simply not prepared for piracy (and I'm sure that has something to do with the patriarchy since it is to blame for every evil in the world). Despite this most recent encounter with "anti-pirates," we have decided to keep up this way of life for at least the duration of the summer in order to get the message out there that pirates are, indeed, still alive and well (though in this matter, Boston is probably a lost cause). And after the recent banning of the lesbian pirate bar in Boston, we simply have no choice but to head for the west coast and pillage and plunder there. YYYYYAAAAARRRRRR!!!!!!!

The neighbors upstairs are fighting once again (surprise, surprise). I can't quite seem to figure it out. There is a restraining order against at least two people who are currently up there right now. Yet, apparently, it does not seem to be very effective. It just sounded like someone was about to come right through the ceiling down into my apartment. You know that someone has hit the floor pretty hard when plaster starts falling from your ceiling.

My first post and I'm really not sure what to write about. It always seemed so simple with the pen and paper. I suppose that I could speak to the fact that my 50 year old alcoholic upstairs neighbor told me that I was smokin'. And that he would miss me when I moved out for that very reason. He said, "Wonder woman, wonder woman...you have the most amazing thighs..."
Now, that's really what you want to hear coming from a 50 year old alcoholic with a possible case of Korsakof's alcohol-induced dementia.