still no life.

i would consider myself acquainted with the subway guy.  it has gotten to the point were he had our favorite flavors, fresh baked and waiting for us:

"what if he hates us and spit in our cookies."

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i love walking to school.  i hate crossing the intersection of cleveland place and kenmare.  it's a two-way, and those are always more difficult to jaywalk.  even while the bright white "walk" symbol's on, when an automobile wants to make a right turn, it's a showdown of pedestrian versus motor vehicle guts.  reality check: if you don't stop, your fearless guts could end up splattered across a city street.  lovely.  yesterday, i saw a man that had just been hit by and dragged under the tires of a delivery truck turning onto lafayette off kenmare.  oof.  when i approached the scene, he was being carefully lifted by six people to be put into an ambulance.  i cross that street several times a day, pretty carelessly.  when i looked over at this man - his blood spilt in a small pool underneath him, the injured body failing to show movement besides the slight rise and fall of his chest... i don't know, it was just such a weird experience.  i felt so oddly connected to him.  of course, i could picture myself as him.. a pedestrian crossing the street - but i could also imagine myself on the medical half of things, which is a new feeling.  i really hope he's okay.

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on a much lighter note, i hear james franco is now attending nyu.

i heard through the grapevine he hangs out at think coffee.  you know where to find me!!