It’s Black History Month. I identify as a bottle of Japanese mayonnaise (bad timing). Japan and the Nese, I love you!
I am Black, but I am not History (yet). Are we ever history, though? We live on in the lives of the people who love us. Anynow! As I was saying, I am a glittery, rainbow bubble gum storm that gets stuck in your hair, on the sidewalk and eventually the bottom of your shoes. I.e.: It is very hard to get rid of me! Oooh.
Slightly frustrated with myself I are. I have many projects in my head, but I am not doing anything to bring them to life, and my eating habits have been atrocious this week. I haven’t been exercising or drinking enough water. Also, I haven’t been taking my meds.
Today
I spoke to our beautiful
PM/BD lady in France
She volunteered her time
to suggest for me cities and sites
to visit while in Europe
Also!
She agreed to proofread
my French poems
when I start writing them
Thank you, for everything
beautiful PM/BD lady in France!!!
Today, I went for a walk in Cabbagetown. There are so many quaint little stores, restaurants, and pee-soaked homeless people. One hundred and forty! That’s about how many neighbourhoods Toronto has. As the weather warms, I plan to go for walks in all of them – more free artist dates! Yay!
If blind people want to play hide and seek, them can play with the homeless by following their noses. What kind of games do people with multi-sensory loss play? In the future, when my olfactories am clobbered, that gives me explicit permission to retaliate with a physical assault. Fair Warning # 301!
Today, I learned:
- honey collected in distinct areas of the city have wildly contrasting colours and flavours
- of birch tree syrup. (I wonder if you can get syrup from every tree?)
I owe you the name of Tyrant No. 8 and pictures from Cabbagetown.
FYI: And I am learning to lucid dream
Bye! Have a weekend that is good, yeah!
Fri Feb 02
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