in we went to manhattan! we spun & sparkled down broadway, you know? coffee at beard papa, then to katja's to set down scribble's bags. jeffrey & scribble started making out over bands for a little while. then we swooped in like terrible facons, pouncing on girlandagun & adding her to our ranks. we dolled around ekat's apartment a little more so she could smoke some drugs, then gained a jenny in the mix. what a winning combo! so we (being a group primarily consisting of troublemakers) poured some vodka into half-drunk ginger ale, & went drinking in washington square park. which is when it got cold, which is when i regretted wearing short sleeves, which is when katja loaned me her sweater, which is what caused me to look like...well, funny. very funny. trouble funny. we got dinner at cafe orlean, & afterwards learned that disfigurine was still "very far" from new york. so jenny went home, having to wake up today at seven, & we hung at out katja's a little further, drinking v-8 orange-mango & vodka. eventually scribble wisely urged us to stop imposing on a sleepy ekat, but only after i made magnetic poems. all of a sudden, reigh & company arrived! a reigh with a david-boy & a roomate-girl. hurrah, as they'd say. so we went off to the botanica bar. it was worse than last time- i only just looked inside & it was just god-awful. so we went to the bar next door, which was pretty okay. i mean, i kind of liked it! i can't remember what they called it, though.
i left amidst a flurry of discontent! everyone hates me, i'm sure of it. it was time for me to go home, only. not! instead, coney island! ferris wheels! roller coasters! carnival freaks! fetuses in glass jars! a very, very sad mordicai! oh man i was heart-broken when i realized just how far from home i was. all the trains kept lying to me, too! telling me they were brooklyn bound when really they were manhattan bound or what have you. so i ended up stranded on neptune. where the aquarium is! fucking lost & cold. think i called everyone i could. woke up everyone i could. it was cold & i hated it & when i got home i just fell into bed. fucking sleep, i hate it. all these drooping demands hanging off the flesh like over-ripe fruit, sicking seeds coated in poison. now i'm at work & my head is twisted with tired, by stomach with wretched hate. also, there are financial worries regarding the trip to sweden, casting doubts. it isn't a good scene for mordicai today! but i'll have a jenny in four more hours, basically all i could ever want.