The world is on the cusp of bursting with fragrant pink blossoms. Highland Park is right by my house and is this lovely little gem of an Olmstead park and i love it so very much. In spring, the paths are paved with petals and wondering visitors trip along the paths and grin at each other and find blowjobs in the bushes and lay on blankets and look at the sky. Magical gift to be anle to plan a space that you will never get to see, that's why i love freeivk law olmstead.
It was the perfect way to end my sweaty work day that was interrupted by a quick fisting at the gyno office and blood work vampires

I feel that the harbinger of spring for Miss Masumi is not, in fact, pussy willows and robin's songs. It is the frightening arrival of the Squash Beetle. My entire childhood after we moved to our house (i grew up in a trailer, yo!), every spring a strange and horrible bug would appear without fail and without warning in my room. Generally I would be sitting on the floor making art or masturbating or something and I would hear the telltale flutter/buzz of it's wings and dread would well up in me as the slow moving, creeper bug would make it's way toward me. Large, plodding and aimless, I don't know why I felt menace from it. I also had this sensation that the bug was a spirit creature and it had some mystical significance. (I was a crystal gypsy type kid even when I was really young, sorry Science) I awaited the arrival with a sort of terror and ecstasy. On one occasion, we were driving in our creepy raper van and my sister was sitting way in the back and the windows were open. Suddenly something flew in a max speed and smashed on the back window, splattering onto her cheek. It was one of Visitor Bugs and it was full of EGGSSSSSSS!!! ugh. Another time, when I was older, I had a friend over to the apartment and it was spring and lo! The Visitor arrived again and this time landed upon my friend as she huddled under a blanket. Solomon and I were horrified yet unable to kill or capture it. Finally, in my old age, I figured out that it's a squash beetle and it probably doesn't even have a mouth and is really dumb. But I still find it creepy.


My co-workers groom me every day because I can barely brush my hair or put on pants in the morning. The other day, one of them made my hair look like some kind of sea mollusk.



Took a walk with my friend to Cobb's Hill, which is a very charming spot with a view of Rochester and a lovely resevoir. The sun was setting and it made everything glow magically.



Saturday night Liz and I went to see Norm Talley at 45 Euclid. My friend Jim opened for him and he did a really great job. It was definitely a show for househeads, so it was like a family reunion and basically all friends dancing around with each other, which i LOVE and everyone was grinning from ear to ear and hugging each other and it wasn't just from the drugs, either. Buffalo people came down for it too! Norm was great and it was packed and sweaty, the way I like it. Until my friend Alicia started tripping out and got grabby and rapey with everyone, which I found amusing, but apparently other people did not. Even the security guards were in a good mood and were dancing around because there was nothing to be crabby about. Because when the music is good, you can't be too authoritative and douchey.

I'm sorry little E Strip, you have been neglected for a while. Allow me to fill you with my inane drivel.

A couple of weeks ago I went home to visit my family, which was nice. We pretty much sit in the living room and my parents stare at their iPads while i do crafts and we listen to music. so, pretty much like hanging out with anyone these days. Unfortunately, I have to cap off these weekends by going to goddamn church with them on Sunday. It's the WORST. I learned my Instant Daydreaming skills from years of going to church. In any conference, conversation, or listening situation, I can instantly slip into a mind coma without even trying. so while they talk about jesus and behaving yourself at all times, I can be imagining that i'm getting fucked by a unicorn or whatever.
my sister and i do not look alike


I also attended the birthday party of my friend Lindsay, who is shorter than me, so I always like hugging her. Rare occasion for me to feel like the taller one. Arden also had his birthday on the same day.


After the churchy afternoon, I landed in Buffalo and went to a backyard time with Mike and Dave and played a glorious game of night bocce. i am a big fan of everyone throwing balls all at once. when i was in high school i remember making everyone throw dodgeballs and handballs and any kind of balls at the same time because i like the chaos of it and the aesthetic wildness of that one second in time when the air is filled with balls. i guess i just love balls.


you know, instead of beating licorice or bathing licorice, we have EATING licorice. only for special occasions


the farm supply store had little chicks in tubs that you could buy like they were potting soil or something. they were so cute i wanted to make a coat of them. hot chicks.