First there was leek. Then half a mandarine, partly rotten. Then on Thursday a dead dove. We’re either really unlucky or someone really hates us and has a really creative way of showing it by throwing stuff on our terrace, increasing the ewww-factor each time.

Also, why is it that while the husband watches all those gory horror movies, I am the one who has to pick up a dead bird. In the dark. With rain pouring down on me, desperately trying to cling to my umbrella, stuffing everything that is slightly red into a plastic back. Yep. Yuck. I know. But, hey, somebody has to do it, and if the husband’s unwilling to even go out there then it’s pretty much up to me. Because no-one else lives here. Thanks, Universe. Thanks a whole lot for, yes, basically nothing.

(I mean, hey, at least I’m updating.)

And I don’t care if you
If you love me tomorrow just
Love me tonight and I
I will be all right
I’ll be all right
I’ll be all right
Until tomorrow night

Martha Wainwright – When the Day is Short

And I want life in every word
To the extent that it’s absurd.

The Postal Service – Clark Gable

I’ll take the second bus home
You’ll be none the wiser

Goodbye to You – Melissa McClelland

It says:
Missing
In a careless moment I lost my heart here.
Maybe you don’t know it yet, but you’ve got it.
When you finally find it, give it back to me.

Now, are these just plain fugly or are they actually kind of cool? I’m still not sure.

It’s the perfect time of year
Somewhere far away from here
I feel fine enough, I guess
Considering everything’s a mess.

Barenaked Ladies – Pinch Me

Of course, that’s not me. How could it? I would never ever make such a face when someone was taking a picture of me. That’s my evil twin who we must have invited to our little New Year’s Eve gathering without thinking about the consequences. Yep. That must be it.

The aforementioned leek. Since it’s winter neither the husband nor I have bothered going out and picking it up. It’s not like we’re using the terrace in this weather anyhow. But it kind of feels nice to blame the weather for my sloppiness.

There is also a doorman and a sweet roof top deck with a killer view of the Empire State Building.

Listen, Liz, I love you. I do. But see, we don’t even have a roof top deck, let alone one with a killer view of the Empire State Building. We do have a terrace and from our living room windows we have an awesome view on the recently boarded up pizza place across the street. And for someone like me, who doesn’t need more than the mere words „New York“ to develop a fully developed and painfully aching New York yearning, that’s really not helpful. Especially when it’s the first thing you read when you get to work in the morning.

What’s more interesting though: Is your place big enough to sleep two more people, like… gee, I don’t know… me and the husband? Because that’s what would make it truly amazing.