a saint, a virgin

so i made a brief visit to saint louis, to dine in a rotating restaurant with my mother for her birthday. on the way there, i spotted this foxy fox, searching for his native land. he only paused long enough to make love eyes at me, and then he dashed off on his search again. i do hope he has found his mother and brothers by now. i hope he is happily eating his bloody carcasses and feeling the comforts of home. i can only pray.

on the way back to chi-town, i stopped by friend's house. they are in the midst of remodeling. 

i thought you all would like to know who i am living with now. i'll start off by introducing my newest housemate. her name is mary and she has this light and joy around her that is just indescribable... sometimes she forgets to do her dishes, but i'm trying to not be passive aggressive about it because i really like her as a person. she swears she is a virgin, but i've heard her mention a son. i need to investigate this matter further. 

nuances vs. innuendos

i moved to the chicago a few weeks ago and so far have spent the majority of my afternoons gazing at the dinosaurs that live in the jungle behind my house. if you look closely you can see a green tree that lives outside of my window. just north of my house, after a short jaunt through raptor territory, is the meat packing district - which happily fulfills all of my packed meat needs. and to the south is greek town, where spanakopita crowds the streets and leaves a nice oily scent on my collar. sometimes i meditate on my roof, contemplating these sky scrapers and all of the glory they behold. and the basement - well, that is a story for another day. 

as you can see, friends, i am living the dream. and this is where i will record that dream.