Non-Media

This is one of those many moments when I just desperately need someone to slap some sense into me.

i like trees

i really like writing poetry under trees

There is an abandoned chain restaurant directly across the street from my apartment, and a couple of homeless people have moved into the loading dock. They were yelling at each other quite a bit tonight, and there was at one point a series of violent, wet slapping noises. We yelled at them and they stopped for a moment, and then went right back to yelling and making slapping noises.