wanna rock well

i fucking love norman rockwell. he was so talented. the pre-1940's illustrations blow my fucking socks off. i had this treasured/degenerating book of his works that was large and heavy enough to kill a raging bull, it's life span was coming to a close (previous owner had a dog or big rats that ate a lot of it) so i ripped out whatever i could use and chucked the rest. rockwell has got to be the most famous illustrator in america, not famous for his person but most well-known for his work. it's everywhere. and that's so much more respectable than andy warhol or jackson pollack or...picasso. schmuck. sorry! dude had SKILLS and wasn't trying to be a celebrity or even have social status. untouchable in my mind. happy birthday.

two new dudes moved in the big room next to mine. not a couple? just friends sharing a room? not yet sure if they're sharing a bed. whatever, man. anything goes in this house. it's possible someone's coming to check out my room tomorrow night. gotta clean room and hide anything creepy. not like it matters too much what kind of a person i am as i won't be living there and said curious objects won't be there...but don't want someone to think i was doing devil-worshipping or practicing santeria (which is not devil-worshipping, and apparently the term 'santeria' is like a mocking slang thing. huh.) aaaanyway, creepy shit's gotta go, curious mattress stains covered up (oh, like you don't have those) and so on. a right respectable room it is! hope you like walls as dark as night!

take the room. it's cheap. the housemates are great. etc etc.

i myself am looking for a room. feels like half the ones on cl are logan square, which makes me think it's a come-and-go young adult livin' scene. fine. whatever. works for me. what else we got. there's two right near the fireside bowl. is that still open? do they still do shows? wasn't it kinda ghetto before? gentrified now? hmmm. i am not a picky woman. i like a lot of people around and knowing that i won't get raped. mice-ok. rats-i can deal, roaches-blehhhh. no furniture, no laundry, no hot water...ehh. i'll get a man who has hot water. basically even squalor like a bohemian attic (consumption?) or punk squat (rotten crotch? not mine...mine's clean as a whistle. talking about the living atmosphere here) i can deal with. in fact, things that are too modern make me uncomfortable IPHONE/POD/PAD/probably anything apple)

i am not a picky woman.

i like living with men. a bunch of them. who have no intention of getting with me. like i've said before-maybe not here-i have a boy-gang obsession- in that i want to be part of one. dirty mouth, dirty clothes, dirty living (sterling genitals), not trying to fuck me even if i don't wear much clothing at home. a big band of brothers. this is what i want. like fight club. is it possible? not really. not on that scale, i mean.