tune of the year

the sky's asthma-blanket-grey for days and on; how-long how-long has eclipsed the point of messy finger-counting, even past the point of hashmarks dug into the bedpost. what did you think you were keeping track of? how many times you nearly died inside another?

bought another plant yesterday and started a new knitting project. like a hollywood girl [exactly who i scowled at in the mall the other day], i not only gravitate toward the niceties of knitting, any less is nearly unacceptable. total absence from the yarn stores in berkley [not cali] and detroit, just ones in birmingham -- chic, saturated, shamelessly-overpriced birmingham. i've fallen in love with rowan patterns and yarn. here's the hat angela and i are starting. she bought me the yarn for it for xmas, and we're both really pumped about it because we get to learn new! stitches like the M1, s1, K2tog tbl, &tc. it's a nutsnuts thing because the hat's primarily knitted on these massive needles [size 17], which make you feel like a fumbling child, a handicapped knitter, like some fucking fool trying to knit with those miniature baseball bats won at cedar point when the minimum-wager couldn't guess your weight correctly.



there's already too much work stacked up on the ftp site for today. we're going to a party tonight at one of the many houses of the myriad of people who live in ferndale. you can't beat nearly anything less than a mile away. metro-detroit-wise, i think our fair town--"fashionable" ferndale--it's nearly passed up the city of detroit as the "jam place to live." okay, it's CLOSE.

can't stop thinking about how crazy new year's eve is going to be.