It's Just me against the world

My thuggin' continues...god I love iTunes.



Well, there's no way I'm rushing today to get my Amazon packages out. I hate the 88th Street post office more than words, always have. It's nice outside, cool, feeling like Autumn. I'm going to bother Andy and Ann later and maybe roam over to Wollman to say "hi" to David.



I also feel a Barbie jones coming on. I think the new holiday selection's out, so it's Times Square today, too. So, I can stop by the 33rd street post office and get these books out to their new homes. I figure I've held onto this stuff for so long, I'm probably depriving some high school student of literacy. Do I really need to keep that copy of "Animal Farm" I read twice back in ninth grade? I don't think so. Let someone have it for $2.



My cds are selling, too. Do I really want that old Sarah McLachlan Jeff gave me? No. I've played it once, get it out of my house. Out with the old, make space for the new.



Let's see how Monday goes. The half-and-half shit begins.