Deductive and inductive reasoning skills are among the attriubtues tht separate humans from other life forms

And so I give you,

Is it bedbugs?

Why it is probably bed bugs:

1) Bedbug epidimic in New York.
2) The exterminator: "You wake up with bites after sleep in the bed, you have bedbugs. Is bedbugs."
3) Makes sense right?

Why I don't think it's bedbugs EVEN SO:

1) There are so much like mosquito bites. Now you see, these bites aren't a series of small rashlike bumps with traces of blood let. Not at all, and that's what I hear bedbugs leave on you! Nonetheless, It's not possible that it's mosquitos since the only open window is tightly screened.
2) There's a lot of wood around my bed from when I dismantled the loft and put the pieces under the new bed and beside it, between it and the wall. Termites? Do termites bite people?
3) Maybe it's fleas from the vermin and I'm carrying some strange plague.
4) Much like #1: No blood spots on the bed, not visible bugs. Bed bugs, the internet tells me, are not invisible.

So there you have it. The exterminator is apprently going to do exterminator bed bug magic and will hopefully be able to answer my questions such as "Is it maybe termites?" "Is it maybe fleas from the baby rats?"

I should start cleaning. I had more than two bites. More like six. I feel a lot better though. It will be okay. I've been pretty frustro all week so far. My guess is PMS. PMS + unlivable living space = not the nice girl I look like. Cutie asked me out on the subway though. And E. v. kind about my mood. So, you know, I should stop with this whole kill me thing, even if this apartment is beyond me.

XOXOXOXOX
Alexis

Somebody kill me please

Can we all admit this week is weird already?

I'm basically beside myself. I had two new perfect-red-circle bites on myself this morning and I could hear the mouse (E. says there are no mice, only rats and baby rats in NY) last night. I already did a very unattractive rant to E. over our smoke break about how I may as well live in Calcutta, can't live like this, etc.

An exterminator is coming tomorrow evening so tonight I'll do my bleaching the floor and trashcans routine and wake up with more bites and then, maybe, hope and prayer will be answered, rewarded.

Saturday I let a sadistic apartment broker show me places in Manhattan where I could live with a roommate, pay approx. twice as much. He did that broker thing where first he shows the best place, which is unacceptble, then takes you cross town to show you two worse places than that.

I came up with a really cool idea for an engraved silver bangle bracelet though. It's just sterling silver and then it says in cursive "Don't move. Fix here."

Now there's a companion, thinner band, "But could you give me a hand Goddammit." :)

In other news, people are behaving strangely in the subways. For details, comment with your email address and I'll send you a personal email with, your choice,

1) Dude who talks to you even when you're wearing headphones, tell him you'd prefer to listen to music right now, repeat that you'd prefer to listen to music now.
2) Attractive, seemingly getting by pretty well woman with book and practically uncountable number of nervous ticks
3) lady with a migraine

Thirdly, I plan to throw out that drawing board that completely blocks my "kitchen," possibly tonight if my family is unable to promise that someone will come with mini-van to bring it to a child who can use it. THEN, I will buy a toaster and then I can start living on tuna melts. ESPECIALLY if they're aren't hosts of vermmin lining up to eat the microscopic remnants.

Breathe, breathe again. I'll pay you, incidentally to stand at my door with a shotgun and a flashlight while I sleep. To kill the mouse, I mean.

XO
Alexis

poems to things / people

These promise not to be thoughtful enough to really qualify as poems, but it's my blog isn't it?

Lacoste Window Display

Lacoste Window Display,
Who would ever wear that?
I did not think
Preppies
really wanted to look like clowns.
Is it me or you who is so wrong?

People leaving the play and walking the other way

People leaving the play and walking the other way,
I was trying to get you to walk with me
when I said
Oh, I wonder if I can get to my subway this way... I always get lost when I try for 42nd street.
Did you keep walking away and not turn back
because you've all agreed together not to indulge that girl
when she would really like some company?
Maybe you thought I was just talking to myself.
Since I do a lot.


N/W train

N/W train,
I love you. I love you.
Sometimes things happen between us.
There is no subway I will ever love like you.
Did you think I cared about knowing the time in the 2 & 3?
Becasue I don't.
I don't feel much for those at all
It's you, It's you
I often love you best when we're moving out of the tunnel to above the ground
But in truth I love you all the time.

XO
Alexis