animals, minerals, and a vegetable.

last night, brahm (krister's kitty, who routinely kicks my ass) sauntered into the living room, let out a wail, and began to hork on the carpet. considerate roommate that i am, i picked kitty up so he could barf on the hardwood floors instead. he was having such a miserable episode that despite all the times he's left me scratched and bleeding, i put aside the angst and held and stroked kitty while he retched. (didn't clean it up though. not my pet). then later on the ungrateful bastard attacks my leg. i get no love.


then joe wanted to see all of my kitchen supplies as i packed them - ostensibly to ascertain what new acquisitions need be purchased upon my departure. but after the expletive-ridden message he left me at work, accusing me of stealing his rollins spoken word video, i knew the real reason (whatever dude, i have a picture of me and henry, i don't need your stinkin VHS). at the end of this surveying ordeal, although we had a minor snafu over some pyrex bakeware, joe gave me his large george foreman and an iron (leaky, but still). maybe he's not such a throbbing c0ck after all.


so i was starting to like people and little furry animals again, but then this morning on the T a crazy dude who kept saluting his reflection in the window and refused to hold on to anything as the train moved allowed himself to fall backwards against me with great force (dude, if he can control his bladder and use a T pass, he's doing well - and there's no excuse for this). so my fist caught him squarely in the ribs. eeew, cooties. i'm tired of boston.