Kitty Power

Could It Be

I've been letting my temper get the best of me lately. Right now is very tense. Moving is a very stressful situation and I'm finding it really hard to keep a peaceful equilibrium going, so a few people have gotten the bark lately.

Halloween Night, I was perched where I always seem to be lately and not feeling well around the whole thing. It's become an irritating holiday for me over the years. I always feel like I'm kinda scrambling to make something work and end up feeling harried. I overheard this girl that I've run into there a few times and wrote off as a jerk, saying to my friend that she was moving over to my area and what a horrible ordeal that would be (because god knows, loftland Bushwick is paradise on Earth!). Already hating her, I seethed for a second and told her not to bother because we already filled our asshole quota and really didn't need an ill-informed idiot dragging the neighborhood down. She tried to bark back before running outside to bitch to her friends and try to rally them to have her back if she fought me. They all begged off and I said to her on return: "you touch me, bitch, and you're fucking dead." All about the peace and love I was. She slinked off in a hurry strangely. The rest of the night was amusing enough. I was supposedly on a budget, so the logical thing to do was of course go to Studio B and blow shitloads of cash. I make so much sense, really.

The latest top blowing episode was yesterday when Alafairnadia and I were strolling down Vanderbilt on the way to brunch. This stumbling jerkface and friend were drunkenly (at noon!) weaving their way down the street, when us crossing them prompted catcalls. I had resigned myself to ignoring him as he said how much he loved a chunky girl and I/we should appreciate his attention since as a fat man, he was as good as it was gonna get, though I/we probably weren't smart enough to acknowledge how big we really were. And then getting called out for having annoyed expressions on our faces when he was just trying to be nice. "You need to go somewhere," I said angrily and he exploded at me, "this is my block, I don't have to do shit." And then it was on. My parting shot: the finger over my shoulder and "go to hell, you drunk motherfucker!" His parting shot: "And look at you, hanging out with a white girl!" as his friend dragged him across the street. Stay klassy, shitface.