I'm trying very hard, without luck, to savor the month of September. It's only 8 days into the poor month, but already I'm putting it down. How unusual, being that this is usually the month, the ONLY month, that i can actually stand being in school, The month of spectacular weather, and the very last month before winter that you could go around wearing sunglasses, and all of those tank tops and skimpy t-s that you can get away with in summer, but as soon as october rolls around you're either a slut, or freezing your ass off..resulting in goosebumps on your way-too-visible arms in addition to your lovely pair of mammary glands popping out..Yes, theyre visible, and since they're visible we all have license to mock you through the winter.
So it's rather unusual that September seems to be dragging, and all I want is to stare at an October sky. Maybe it's the fact that the song Wake Me Up When September Ends is getting old real fast, and green day should go to sleep well through January.. Or maybe it's the fact that my luck has suddenly come to a halt, causing me to not walk around with the brave and bold attitude I once had..
.. No, now I spend bulks of time at Barnes and Noble. Not like there's anythign wrong with that, being that most of my friends are off in college, or busy with their new highschool year. Not that I won't be joining this crowd on Monday, but all the same, days to myself...
It just so happens that yesterday I was sitting in a chair at the Barnes and Noble cafe, minding my buissness, when a man came out from the bathroom and walked past me, turned around, came back, and said to the OTHER man sitting maybe 8 feet away from me "stop starin' at my girlfriend, ahahahh!" and he clapped my shoulder with his dirty hand. I noticed he had gray hair on his fingers. Then he walked away laughing to himself. The man smiled at me and said a soft "sorry". It was fine with me though, I didn't even know he was staring at me, although sometimes my eyes wander when I'm reading too. What bothered me was that the grundgy old man had actually referred to me as "his girlfriend". Why are mentally challenged homeless men magnatised to me and my chai tea?
Going into the bathroom later, to rid myself of old men, I discovered a woman talking to her reflection. I didn't say a word but stood there, fixing my hair, readjusting my ring, anything to kill time before the woman left so i could really look at myself and see if i could fix anything... she finalyl left and on her way out said "See you later, sunshine"
Referring to me.
I smiled.

Make that, why are mentally challenged homeless WOMEN, magnatised to me?


adding that to my encounter on mamaroneck avenue with a big black woman

(yo girl, you got SONGGGG -motioning at her breasts-) a question presents itself,

do I really look that approacable? Or have people always said things to eachother, and to me, and I haven't really noticed?
Now that I have no life this intrigues me.

You, Me, & the homeless that keep talking to Carolyn,
coming to theatres in OCTOBER.


so thats all.