bicycle police

much to my dismay, my bicycle has gotten me 2 "notices" in the past week. what's a girl gotta do to find a place to lock her bike outside the apartment? i don't understand why i cannot lock my bike on the stair railing out of everyone's way, not blocking anything. there's no way i'm carrying that thing up 3 flights of stairs. i need to be innovative this afternoon in finding a new parking spot for it.

RUFUS is lighting up my life. he is the cutest thing. i've found that i call him baby, pronounced "beebee", more than i call him by his name. ah! this is the first animal that i've ever actually owned. and it was a surprise from my lovely sydney grigg. growing up we always had cats and dogs, but i was never interested in being the one to take care of them. but now, when i wake up in the middle of the night and he's cuddled up to me as close as he can get, i'm more than willing to give him food and love and keep the litter box clean. ha.

i've been having hair loss issues for quite some time now and it's about to drive me crazy. i've tried numerous avenues to try to stop the falling out and kindle the growing back process, but not with much success. i don't want to lose my whole head! so, i've decided to try out meditation. i've tried to do it on my own and it is very very hard. so i want to go to some type of class for it or something, just to actually learn how to do it on my own. if anyone has any suggestions or tips, fire away!

i think this poem is cute:

Location, Location, Location

             I could have kissed you
under cherry blossoms,
pale petals drifting down
like the trees wanted to
pretend they could be
snowclouds.

I could have kissed you
in the rain, drenched to
our bones and not even
caring that the skies
opened up above us
and tried to wash us out.

I could have kissed you
in a clearing in the most
secluded woods, with
just the sound of wind
rustling through the leaves
and a few voyeuristic
finches peeping at us.

Instead, I kissed you
in the parking lot of a
Waffle House, just shy
of 2 a.m. in the middle
of a hectic week, with
our waitress grinning
at us from the other
side of the window,
because, honestly,
how could I not?