Mood: Loved .: Sandy :.
Listening to: .: Lauryn Hill – Every Ghetto, Every City :.
Reading: .: Becoming Evil :.
Watching: .: Equilibrium :.
Inquisition: How do you know when you’re in love?
Aloha!
I’m back in PA, made it safely in spite of saddle bags catching fire, drive chains falling off, getting lost in NYC, thunderstorms, cold, electrical systems failing, and butt-numbing 13 hour rides.
It was good trip, I’m glad I did it, though. Lone cowboy out on his motorcycle. 🙂
Gas was hideously expensive, though. I paid 2.80 per gallon at one point. Sick. I’m glad I was on a motorcycle and not in a suburban.
My street flooded last week. We got about 4 feet of water in the street. Cars were floating down the street in a torrent of brown water. It wrecked the Catholic Worker’s garden. My motorcycle didn’t go anywhere, but I was lucky. The basement window blew in and I got 3 feet of water in the basement.
It’s frustrating living here sometimes, because it’s impossible to get anything done without the landlady’s consent. And she doesn’t let us do anything, even repairs.
Have been spending even more time with Tamika. My mind is fuzzy.
She spent the night here again. I have a futon (which she gave me), so I let her stay on that if it gets too late.
She didn’t go to church with me, though, because she had to work. She didn’t want to go to Wesley Union AME because of the whole fiasco that might develop with seeing Jeff there again. He called her the night before (she didn’t pick up, he didn’t leave a message), but that was enough to convince her that 1) he might not have meant what he said about “getting the message if she didn’t call him” and 2) she wasn’t ready to go to that church again. I did a little Yellow Pages research and found another AME church up 17th Street. They started at 11, though, and she had to work at 12.
AME Harris was pretty nice. Their band was inCREDIBLE. They could make it as a secular R&B band if they wanted to. Oh, it was so good. The singing was mediocre, but it was all kids. There wasn’t really a … sermon… this young girl got up and read something she wrote, which was good, but I was surprised. Maybe it was children’s week or something. A whole bunch of their windows were busted in from the storm, so I gave them my tithe. I’m slowly working up 10% of all the money I received from graduation.
I have to pay a citation tomorrow. I got caught running a red light. The cop was lenient on me, though, since motorcycles don’t trigger the sensor. He told me to do when no one was around. 😉
Nice to be back on DA regularly, I’m going to try journaling regularly too.