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Hello, I am Ruby, the intern. I am bad at grammar and punctuation. I am currently in Starlee's apartment, in an unusually un-muggy day. I am currently picking at the Goji Berry Trail Mix Blend Starlee allowed me to eat, and i find myself avoiding the small salmon colored Goji berries entirely. I hate trail mix for that reason alone, you have to pick at it to truly enjoy it. Its never a party pleaser, consider this: a thirteen year old's birthday party in his backyard, upon a lovely table cloth lay trays of "organic snacks" his liberal mother keenly advised him and all of his pubescent friends to enjoy. Between the carrot sticks, the organic Oreos, the sliced apples and the trail mix, the trail mix would be the least desirable. Because its never perfect. You always have to fish for what you want, the hearty blend of nuts and dried preserves are never entirely harmonious together. Why? I will never know.(my rant) But yes i am picking at this Goji Berry Blend Trail Mix, relishing in the fact i am not hot for the first time in a week. What a lovely feeling to be content with your pickings of trail mix AND your body temperature, what a day!
Its lovely to be starlees intern, Arthur's away on "creative leisure."Starlees too busy to notice me sneaking out of my cage once in a while and hitting Bedford avenue for some bread and coffee. I haven't been intellectually stimulated recently unfortunately ever since I have had post-partum depression after finishing Bell Jar.... or maybe its just depression. I speed read through Letters To A Young Poet and am currently reading Joan Diddion, but something about the dank sadness of Plath cuddled me into a dark, plush euphoria of sorts... maybe that's a bit too dramatic. But it was a lovely book that I thoroughly enjoyed. Anyways im still chuggin' along, interning.

Hello, I am the intern.

Yes i am the intern, Ruby. Its cold here, which is nice compared to the rest of the city this time of day, i mean i don't know what time it is, they shut of the clock on my computer. And today they gave me two pieces of bread, its nice. I also walked the dog today, and took him to the park as the rest of the dog owner gawked at me for reading Sylvia Plath, maybe they just thought it was funny. I can't find it now, Arthur took it away from me and burned it after he found it in my bag. Well, anyway today at the dog park i took Starlee's dog Oh Papa to the park, he rolled in dirt and barked at me when i told him we should leave, i got tired in the noon heat and decided to sit back down with my copy of the Bell Jar. Suddenly a walking silky pillow walked up to me, i didn't know the breed because i am NOT a dog person, Starlee wants me to be one, I am easing up to it. Well, anyway, this peach tinted dog nesstled my leg face down in the dirt i started to pet her until she looked at me. This dog owned eyelashes the length of my pinky and the color Ru-Pauls infamous orange wig. The dog looked like Ru-Paul, but sweeter, more like Ru-Paul's dog that got lost in the depths of Mister Rogers fantasy town. It frightened me, and accendently i said it out loud. The talk lumbering woman in an indigo curve-hugging jersy dress and gold acrylics i suppose wasn't happy. I mean the female Ru-Paul owned the walking pillow, it was awkward but, bearable, but the muggy heat wetted my brown miserably, so i decided that was my exit. Afterall, the intern must return at some point. (half-hearted giggle) Anyways, Arthur told me to post some youtube link or some flickr picture, so the first pictures are of my cat and myself, (the words are links).

Have a lovely day or night (i can't tell the difference in this basment)

Ruby