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I was on my way home from a friend’s place in Brooklyn. It was late, and the G wasn’t running to Queens so I had to take a train, then a shuttle, then a train again to get home. On my ride, I was contemplating whether I should have maybe left earlier to avoid this late NYC pain-in-the-ass transit shenanigans.

Walking to my apartment, I looked up, as I’m drawn to do, especially when it’s a clear, crisp night sky above. I saw Jupiter, so bright and steady in its luminosity next to Orion. While thinking, “Dang, lemme get a better look at this,” I saw a speedy little trail shoot down from Orion’s shoulder to the belt. “Weird,” I thought and looked at the eastern sky, still walking, only a few paces way from my building. And then I saw another shooting star.

Having a rough time so treating myself and saving the best for last by brushing my teeth first and then flossing.

I remember the first year that I had Puppycat, we would fight a lot but one day he started sneaking into the crook of my elbow at night, right before bed. For weeks, we’d fall asleep together, me on my right side spooning his tiny, fluffy body with my left arm, and feeling his purring and heartbeat against the palm of my hand.

I distinctly remember thinking, “This is special!!! Remember this!” and I do!!!

I feel like I’ve been introducing myself a lot lately. Though every time I say my name to someone it’s with a sense of apprehension about their response. Are they going to smile and nod with their eyes kind of glazed over and you can tell, like, they seriously are not even considering remembering it? Or will they say it correctly and then ask so eager, like “Did I get that right?”

I got FUCKED by my eyebrow lady it’s making me homicidal, however, this will pass and henceforth only I shall be touching them.