Hey! I know I'm not Sean Connery but I know I'm not a 3.

I've trimmed down. The suit fits still after that many years. That's something.

As an American, it's no surprise I prefer coffee over tea. I have no hostile thoughts about the British or Asians street punks excluded to each their own, so long as nukes aren't involved. Besides that it's all water under the bridge. Needless to say, I didn't have a drop of coffee. It isn't healthy, I think just a few vices are okay. I've given ( Read more... )

This wasn't my week either. Better at some points. She didn't come then go again. That's good, right? Not much longer now though, I can stick this out.  Can't be much longer now. I'm looking forward to going home alone, eating alone, being alone. Who would have thought.

I don't want another meal with tofu or a meat substitute.

Can someone give me ( Read more... )

This is just not my week.

She left. She just came and then left. I should be glad I mean, she's alright. Things must be fine in the end, as fine as they can be I suppose. It was nice while it lasted.

So that was a curse. All that harassment...for what? I'm in comics. Huh. I wonder how Hollis would feel about that.

Private to Deities;
Can I please ( Read more... )

I'm in the process of sifting through the guide. Thanks to the gentleman who forwarded it. Outdated or not, it's been helpful so far. I found a reasonable apartment and temporary clothes--any tailors around. A job, well, I'll have to figure that one out in a while.

This is the City. It's 2009. They're here. So now what.