||[Dec. 4th, 2005|01:09 pm]
It's snowing out. Everything outside my window is white, except tree
branches and the side of the neighboring, possibly abandoned triple
decker next to me. That is a tropical green and yellow. I'm listening
to Regina Spektor and looking out the window and life feels most
perfect. You don't have to live in the country for snow to be
beautiful, it makes it's own kind of beutiful in the city. Although I
wouldn't mind being at Zizi's house in the Valley right now. That would
be quite lovely too.
I was downtown for a bit yesterday. Peaked my head
into Macy's, Filene's Basement and Filenes. Macy's didnt feel as
Christmasy as the others. The Basement felt Chistmasy in that it
embodies the craze of shopping in its dingy bagain basement self. All
the perfumes in Filenes make my nose want to jump off my face, find a
corner and curl up and die. Some nice men in the train station had some
very informitive literature letting me know I was going to hell. It was
so cold I ran the last block home.
But really the snow makes up for it all. It says "Sorry some things
about this season suck, but look how pretty I am, twirling outside your
window, looking ever so peaceful". Silly white stuff.