Yes, the name of a Le Tigre album (and the title track happens to be my favorite LT song) but I’m not talking about NYC. This island, my island, is that of the very crowded land mass about three times the size of Rhode Island. It’s tiny. And it holds about four million people, all of whom seem to own a car to contribute to daily tapon. They also all go to the grocery store at the exact same time, making lines unbelievably slow-moving, and they all seem to want to eat at the tiny ass cafeteria at Sagrado Corazon at exactly the same time that I do on a daily basis.
But I don’t mind. I like Puerto Rico. It’s such a unique place that the overcrowing can’t bother me. Everyone knows everyone in this city. I know maybe ten people here and I saw one of them at a bar on Saturday night. My living situation (for now) is wonderful and I won’t complain, not even about the cockroaches that share my kitchen.
Tonight was Andrea’s birthday. Tara made her a raw cake that was pretty tasty. I drank a bottle of wine and stared off the balcony. Watched Chazulle’s movies. I do have the coolest boss, if only she wasn’t my boss. She’s 4′11″ and weighs 96 lbs. And I’m terrified of her.
No fotos today. My camera is held together by a piece of tape at the moment and the smallest disruption might send it over the edge into fully-broken mode. Tomorrow: Tuesday. After that, Wednesday. Thursday, Friday, weekend!! Then it starts again. So this is the daily grind, huh? It’s good and bad.
Sorry for the incoherence and lack of anything even remotely worthwhile in this post. Just an update cause I’ve been absent. I’ll write more soon and it might be interesting. I wanna know about YOU.
