i have tried like a million times

to update my blog and talk about all the adult responsible things i'm doing with my life, but it always results in the 10 paragraph equivalent to "AAAAGGGHHHH BEDBUGS," and i really don't like appearing as if the only thing i can talk about is bedbugs. officially, i am banning myself from talking about anything concerning bedbugs! (post script: YEAH RIGHT) (post post script: it makes me feel a little better to know there are people out there who know my woe. click here to read other people who sound just as traumatized as me)

and.. then somehow i find myself unable to talk about anything involving New York. why? because everything is tainted by the stupid bedbugs.

i know there is more to life than bedbugs. but everything i look at just reminds me of them. it doesn't help that the city is plastered with signs that say "THEY'RE BACK!!!" with a giant picture of a bedbug in a big red circle looking monstrous. YES THANK YOU NEW YORK, I AM AWARE. IN FACT, I HAVE BEEN UNABLE TO EXPERIENCE YOU WITHOUT THINKING ABOUT THEM.

i know it's illogical to think that there is some universal law that is supposed to protect me from unabashed misfortune, and i'm really not cosmically insured against bad luck, but none of that knowledge stops me from wanting to rip off my itchy welty burny skin and whimper about how unfair this is and curl up in a ball of misery and be in a coma until someone finds a cure for bedbugs that does not involve vaseline or my face swelling up like a tomato.

aw, crap, here i am talking about bedbugs again.

other news, not involving bedbugs, i read this in Freud's work about civilization and its discontents. it seems pretty true:

"It was discovered that a person becomes neurotic because he cannot tolerate the amount of frustration which society imposes on him in the service of its cultural ideal"

now for some pictures!

washington² park! i met a traveling bluegrass band from Memphis, and a guy who covered himself with bird food and bread and was best friends with the pigeons. i didn't actually approach him because he was covered in about 60 pigeons

sky, buildings

more sky, more buildings

i am dolled up! this is what i look like when i am trying to look cosmopolitan. mostly it means i am covered in make-up and i tie my scarf fancy

this is what i look like everywhere else
thanks to the
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bedbugs