today i spotted a real dyke in the english dept copy room. swear to god it's like hunting for rare birds, and i have to approach really carefully, like, not immediately ask, so uh what do you like about this town, do anything, single? yeesh. i was hoping she was a new prof on modernist lit or something. turns out she's a math teacher and in the nonfiction program.

AND butted into my conversation with a friend. and didn't give two shits about my preference, which means she didn't check out my fabulous ass in my fabulously tight jeans.

speaking of assets, we have a new latina girls in the poetry program. she reads palms and is dating a poet of note in brklyn, i think. and i think she's a witch. haven't made up my mind yet, but i'll wait til she gets over her nyc is the center of the universe thing she's got goin on. like i did.

last night g read. and sang. and played her instrument. and she didn't seem to be on any drugs or alcohol. i'm proud of her, and oh how glorious it was to sit next to the butchy straight girl. am i jealous? of course. but it can't be helped. right now i'm dealing by just focusing on me. it helps to live in town, ride my bike everywhere, and have a small place that becomes a disaster the instant i tear off my clothes. i got plenty to do and worry about. no need to get strung out on comparisons again.