no animal should wear clothing, especially not 'booties'

the great divide

only so many times can one be whistled at by a homeless person before they feel they want to physically impair said homeless person. how did i live in my previous apartment for so long? i am far too strong, brave and illogical.

i currently live on the cusp between rich and poor. walk east, and one is certain to see drugs, people laying on the sidewalks, doped up - or walking around chanting things that aren't complete sentences or coherent thoughts, prostitution, women and men that you wish you could drive to the nearest rehabilitation clinics or erase every nasty things they've seen, done or had happen to them.

walk west: RICH. dear lord - some of the fanciest people i've seen or met. beautiful homes, super nice cars. there are three dog clothing stores within 3 blocks of my house, but to the west. 94% of pet owners in this city also own clothes for their animal(s). how humiliating for every being involved.

i live on the border of these two worlds - constantly observing how each avoids the other. how each talk about each other. how they judge. how they pretend they aren't cowering when around the someone from across the block walks in their general direction.

the neighborhood amenities

yet perhaps partially due to this peculiar location, i am granted the following within a one-block radius of my apt:
book shops: 3
sweet, cheap bars: 8
cafes: 4
thrift stores: 3
indian food restaurants (all below are also cheap and delish): 3
thai: 2
japanese: 2
vietnamese: 2
mx/central amn: 6

fairly ridiculous, yes.

the inevitable countdown

it's been hard to not have a countdown before going to texas. that flight is going to be long - and i'm going to be antsy.

and i will get to watch spurs games for free. the perk of perks. other than family and couch lounging and neighborhood running.

the scene-ster that i am

tonight i am going to a 'hard core/punk' show for free downtown and i am freaking excited about it. that woman stacey has been doing her part to get me into many a 'hard core/punk' show gratis as of late - it's pretty much all i do when i'm not whining about work or reading. it's hilarious: i don't 'fit in' at all, but people are nice and accepting of my idiosyncracies and flashy attire (i.e. yellow t-shirts /paint pants). the music is, uh, awful - but it's fun to freaking watch that mess and laugh my ass off with stace.

so much for so long

hope all is well - that you are resting, warm and happy - i am all but rested, but that will happen oh so very soon.