It was cold all night. I left my window open because my radiator is a temperature dominatrix and I like to let a window be a safe word.
I want to try a different coffee shop today in an effort to try a different life. Maybe not even get a soy latte. I heard there was a place that sold chicory coffee near me.
When I was moving away from Michigan, I had no specific plans or goals. I gave myself two options. New York City or New Orleans. Michigan doesn’t have the word “New” in it, so I knew i had to go somewhere that did. I had visited New York City once before to perform a show at the Guggenheim. Sounds fancy, but we stayed at a YMCA in bunk beds and I got so drunk at an Irish Pub I woke up and found more than one tampon inside of me. I guess that was the clincher. I chose New York.
There’s a picture of Judy Garland in my bedroom and a calendar I made so I could give myself stickers for everyday i do a p90x work-out.
I made my bed this morning. I do that now in New York.