it took me 3 hours to get from port authority to crown heights

waiting in line to catch a shuttle bus from manhattan to brooklyn. by the time i got to the front the line had circled the block and 33rd was blocked off because the end of the line had crossed the street.

corner doesn’t need school he’s gonna move to new york he’s gonna be a model

This is my new neighborhood cat friend, Jack (short for Jack O’Lantern). I found him a block over a few months ago, and dropped him off at this building where an old guy feeds all the strays once a day (it’s better than nothing). I still see Jack hanging around the block though, and he’s always really starved for love and attention. Today after I pet him for a little he followed me home and tried to come with me into my building. He seems a little skittish, but friendly and lonely. If you or a friend would be interested in adopting, please contact me (or reblog!).

Ran into Ed Begley Jr. The Cat again last night, and let me tell you, a). the comparison stands, and b). he is a very good cat. When he saw me coming down the street, he ran up to greet me, and followed me down the street and across two intersections on my way to the bodega to buy him some food. He appears to be (kinda) well-fed, but what’s he’s clearly missing is human companionship. He’s dirty, and not sickly, but starved for attention. I had trouble getting pictures of him because every time I got my phone out he would butt his head against my hand in search of more scritches. I bought him some food, and he wouldn’t eat until he got his share of petting. He isn’t hurting for food (anymore than any other stray), but he’s clearly starved for love.

We all know I have a problem with stray cats. Ask Emily and Julie, or Alex, or my friend Lisa, all of whom have adopted or housed stray cats I’ve taken in off the streets. Right now Lucy is as close to cuddled up to me as she gets (because rescues sometimes have kitty PTSD). The difference between Mina/Lucy/Ichabod/Ed Begley Jr. and every other cat who lives on my block is that they are all cats who desperately want to be adopted, who love people and need people to love them in return. They are all cats who have approached me, which is rare and difficult for stray/feral creatures, in their need for affection and a stable home. Mina and Ichabod and Lucy have all found people who can give them the affection they need, but Ed Begley Jr. is still haunting Tompkins Street, waiting for a home. Do you live in New York, and can you give him that home? Get at me if you are interested or have more questions, and please reblog.

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As we celebrate tonight, let’s spare a warm thought for our opponents, who lost absolutely nothing.

You get to the point where you evolve in your life where everything isn’t black and white, good and bad, and you try to do the right thing. You might not like that. You might be very cynical about that. Well, fuck it. I don’t care what you think. I’m trying to do the right thing.

I’m tired of Republican-Democrat politics. They can take the job and shove it. I come from a blue-collar background. I’m trying to do the right thing, and that’s where I’m going with this.

WE DON’T WANNA MARRY. WE JUST WANNA FUCK!