Jean!!!! You keep going m.i.a on me!!! Argghhh!!!
Yes I know. I feel bad, AGAIN.. It’s the last week of this album and everything has been retarded, so it’s fantastically hard for me to keep up with all the things I’m supposed to do at once. Plus, birthday weekend, which falls after Thanksgiving, redecoration of apartment…..shoot. A clone? Puhleeeeeze???
This morning, well… as I’m a complete insomniac and sometimes stay up for 2 days at a time, I’m not really sure if it was morning or not. Could’ve been 2pm…I digress…
I drift in and out of sleep with the distinct feeling that there’s something either staring at me, or in the room with me. This, is very, very creepy due to the fact that I live alone. I sit up, look around, nothing. I keep doing this for about an hour or so until I start to hear what sounds like tap dancing on sandpaper coming from the ceiling. LOUDLY. Then LOUDER. For about 4 hours. I remember my old roommate saying that she used to hear either raccoons or squirrels, pretty much having a conference, followed by a dance party on the roof. Since I have been in that room for a month and haven’t heard a damn thing, I though, “eh…I guess that was a summertime thing and I won’t hear it..” or.. “They’re gone.” Ummm, yeah .. No.
It was fucking infuriating. Then or course, somehow they move (I don’t know how) to the side window and begin having a heated debate over something in extremely loud screechy tones. For another 2 hours.
I love Brooklyn. I do. I however, grew up in the middle of Manhattan. We had 1 tree on the block. We did NOT play in the street, we didn’t have a stoop. I dreamt of people in backyards and barbeques and all the things I would see in movies but never experienced.
When I moved to Brooklyn, I first lived in Clinton Hills. Then, quite different, no Connecticut Muffin to be seen. It was, oh .. 1997?? I think.. 1996?? I have no idea. But, I was in love. Sitting on a stoop??? Tree lined blocks???!?!?! For me, it was suburbia. It still is, to a certain degree.. I didn’t factor in the wildlife issue, I just never thought of it.
Mice? Yeah. Water bugs, roaches? Sure. Ummm, anything LARGE and FURRY that was not a domestic animal, save for the super size subway rats…. NO.
I’ve gotten used to the wide variety of insects that we never had in Manhattan. The spiders, the random “What the fuck is that??” striped, dotted or ridiculously fast crawling bug. I kill them, eh. That’s it.
A raccoon on my ceiling is a different story. It also sounds like the name of a terrible hipster band.
I hate them.
Fucking raccoons. Fuck off.
Yes I know. I feel bad, AGAIN.. It’s the last week of this album and everything has been retarded, so it’s fantastically hard for me to keep up with all the things I’m supposed to do at once. Plus, birthday weekend, which falls after Thanksgiving, redecoration of apartment…..shoot. A clone? Puhleeeeeze???
This morning, well… as I’m a complete insomniac and sometimes stay up for 2 days at a time, I’m not really sure if it was morning or not. Could’ve been 2pm…I digress…
I drift in and out of sleep with the distinct feeling that there’s something either staring at me, or in the room with me. This, is very, very creepy due to the fact that I live alone. I sit up, look around, nothing. I keep doing this for about an hour or so until I start to hear what sounds like tap dancing on sandpaper coming from the ceiling. LOUDLY. Then LOUDER. For about 4 hours. I remember my old roommate saying that she used to hear either raccoons or squirrels, pretty much having a conference, followed by a dance party on the roof. Since I have been in that room for a month and haven’t heard a damn thing, I though, “eh…I guess that was a summertime thing and I won’t hear it..” or.. “They’re gone.” Ummm, yeah .. No.
It was fucking infuriating. Then or course, somehow they move (I don’t know how) to the side window and begin having a heated debate over something in extremely loud screechy tones. For another 2 hours.
I love Brooklyn. I do. I however, grew up in the middle of Manhattan. We had 1 tree on the block. We did NOT play in the street, we didn’t have a stoop. I dreamt of people in backyards and barbeques and all the things I would see in movies but never experienced.
When I moved to Brooklyn, I first lived in Clinton Hills. Then, quite different, no Connecticut Muffin to be seen. It was, oh .. 1997?? I think.. 1996?? I have no idea. But, I was in love. Sitting on a stoop??? Tree lined blocks???!?!?! For me, it was suburbia. It still is, to a certain degree.. I didn’t factor in the wildlife issue, I just never thought of it.
Mice? Yeah. Water bugs, roaches? Sure. Ummm, anything LARGE and FURRY that was not a domestic animal, save for the super size subway rats…. NO.
I’ve gotten used to the wide variety of insects that we never had in Manhattan. The spiders, the random “What the fuck is that??” striped, dotted or ridiculously fast crawling bug. I kill them, eh. That’s it.
A raccoon on my ceiling is a different story. It also sounds like the name of a terrible hipster band.
I hate them.
Fucking raccoons. Fuck off.
posted by Jean Grae at 8:54 AM
9 Comments:
I see possums and I live in the city. I can identify.
fuck them niggas. know what else i hate? birds. those motherfuckers stay chirpin outside my window. so disrespectful. im gonna lay them bitches down. every last one of em. my neighbors are loud too. white people just like to make noise for no reason early in the morning.
Haha,I love it...the classic "What the fuck was that?", sometimes in its one word form: "Whatthefuckwasthat?" It could be the most harmless thing in the world, but if you didn't get a correctly angled glimpse of it, you definitely started heading in the opposite direction...
5:23AM? Damn I hate finals week.
yea see i was in chicago where i could enjoy the sound of sirens and drunkards to sit and not sleep to (im also an insomniac sleap is overrated)...but now i live in Texas (yea no specific city needed to mention)...and there are like loud ass crickets and shit that really bother me.
1. because im not used to insects in the winter
2. them bitches be big as rodents and i pray that they never actually get inside
maybe i should try brooklyn...
I'll see your roof-full of raccoons, and raise you a roof-full of pigeons. When the two start living together, making love and eating one another, you can get some strange sounds coming from upstairs!
I try to think of the pigeons as "city-chickens". It's like being on a farm, but it's just upstairs. As of for the raccoons... You just have to pretend that you live in some post-modern magical kingdom where little animals are up to stuff. They plot and scheme.
Maybe they wear little hats.
I feel you on the critters...i live in Clinton Hill and coming down my block ran into a f*cking raccoon. Needless to say 'bows were thrown and I ended up getting a huge as needle to protect me from the critter...if that ain't a sign of global warming I don't know what is. Country critters in the city....
what up... when's the album coming out?
Ey nothing's like those noisy ass roosters all over North Philly... Yea! I said roosters crowing early in the morning and sometimes throughout the afternoon.
You can't just leave us!!
We need you honey!
i'm begging you to reconsider all the way from Scotland...
You'll be sorely missed hen. x
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