I find that a bit insulting. For one thing, Misty called me her nemesis, which isn't nice. Then she asked if I could be any smaller, implying I'm insignificant as a nemesis or something. When I have a nemesis, I make sure to make as big a deal about it as possible. I usually call them by first & last name. I have this nemesis that lives in D.C. She started dating my ex-boyfriend & she also glommed onto a bunch of my friends down there. Quelle rat, as Holly Golightly would say. So I started using her first & last name at all times, & narrowing my eyes a lot, whenever I talked about her.
I'm living in Bushwick this week, taking care of Utz the dog & watering Belkys' plants. Everything is going great with Utz, but I'm a bit nervous about the plants. I forgot to mention to Belkys that I am vegetationally retarded & tend to kill plantlife when appointed to their care.
Bushwick is a nice change of pace tho, for me. It's nice to not walk by eight hundred people smoking cigarettes in front of Sea every time I go home. On the other hand, it would be nice to walk by something on the way from the subway, something besides gated warehouses & garbage trucks & broken glass. There's so much broken glass I fear for Utz's paws. He likes to go right for it, too. He also loves the stinky puddles of industrial waste & occasional pile of poo. We are having a great time tho. Last nite as I was laying on the couch passing out to Breakfast at Tiffany's (hence the H.G. reference above), Utz the dog wandered over to whisper in my ear, I love having you around Kat. It's like a tropical vacation for doggies. You're the best. Arf, arf!
He really did, he really did.
