On watching our favorite TV show

Hidden plaster lathe.
Damn! Screwed again, Trethewey!
Watching This Old House.

Sean wrote this. But I
Wrote this. "Screwed Again..." one day
will be our band name.

On a Christopher Street Triumph

Lease renewal came
No tears this year, just giggles
Yes, we're staying here

So psyched - close to school
vogueing gay boys, pride parade
Christopher Street = love

Sean: too lazy, cheap
to move - I say doors are so
overrated. Woo!

On things people search and find this blog.

Search "suck a tampax"
and you'll find this blog. I must've
written a gross one!

On what will happen if Em doesn't get her fix

images of Em
covered in Pinkberry goo
carted off to jail

On being nosy at work

A coworker reads
"The Daily Kitteh." Post says:
Shaboo getting better!

on the occasion of baby easter

Three babies had we.
not up to cesca's four, but
does an 8 year count?

On how I spent my easter sunday

baby filled easter
four to be exact, chasing
pets and plastic eggs

On sitting on 34th street after midnight

Waiting for three years
For parade of pachyderms
I am so bundled!!

On the outlook of this long weekend in Miami

Miami weekend

staying in house with nine cats

bet on allergies

On ongoing DOT misery

DOT guys shout
"honey!" "Sweetheart!" I want to
say: "Shut the fuck up!!!!!"

On the occasion of company meetings

At today's meeting
Champagne, chocolate strawberrys
New millions in bank

On tonight's Christopher Street shitshow

Sirens, rock music
jackhammers top it off. Fuck
you, DOT. DIE!!!!!

I have a headache
Snookie's got a cold. I miss
the vogue-ing gay teens!

Redefining loud
please go away, have to work
early tomorrow.

On the occassion of manual labor

Staring for hours
Watching construction workers
Like ants scurrying

Jack hammers tonight
Perhaps new asphault will show
Shiny street in morn?

it equals 17 syllables, ok? That counts.

Walking home from class
Left Gaska a voicemail -
Don't call me, call Cesca!

Damnit Cesca, why does your name have two syllables?

The haiku I tried to mail to the blog and failed

On a Saturday evening:


Shake shack has heat lamps
Madison park has wifi
My life is so good!

On the occasion of culinary edumification

No that guy in class
Thats ok, it's the teacher.
Cooking class tonight

Wait. HB's the one
Won't shut the f up
Like everyone else

Chef jane had some
Aphorisoms for us
They went as follows

Curry is evil!
Tamarind is obnoxious!
Broiler's terrorist!

On being recruited into the Smithie blogosphere

Smithieblogs love us
Anyone have objections?
I'm down with it!

Sean says "not Smithie"
I say you've been banging me
long enough. It counts.

The light at the end of the tunnel

Nine more hours, then
Done with midterms, no more work
Til its finals time

On an unexpected twist in my library school midterm

Prof said no name on
midterm - I thought no grade - wrong!
Need to cram tonight!

My boss says don't worry
But I realized something - You
can take the girl out

Of Smith, but you can't
take the striver out of the
Smithie. Word, bitches.

In celebration of my favorite Venezuelan

Coming to Parson's
Parties and pretty lights. YAY!
Cesca's coming here!