( Earlier. )

Today a fat Samoan struggling to walk called me a "square". His shape is obviously "circle".

There's a wine vendor who's twenty-two or something, but looks as young as I do (and so everyone else drools over her). Today she was standing next to some Australian wine with Koalas on front.

Her: My little bears!
Me: What?
Her: Oh... I'm just talking to my wine.
Me: Uh, does it help it grow when you talk to it?
Her: No. Does it help it grow ( Read more... )

After a number of creepy relationship coincidences (such as seeing the mother of a past ex, whose father threatened me with a shotgun), I think the series has finally peaked.

( Transcript. )

Just as I made separate journals for my dreams (and artsy shit), I made a community-of-one to post my political stuff (a community's easier 'cause I don't have to log-out). I also am gonna convert my previous separate journals into communities-of-one. I wouldn't read this stuff if it were coming from any of you, so don't feel obligated to add ( Read more... )

After yesterday's work, I went to see Cake with Jorge and Tim. By the time we arrived, Jorge and I were already a few drinks into it. We remained in the parking lot, blasting Cake for some mandatory warm-up, while finishing the rest of alcohol in the cooler. At one point, some girl started changing very near to us, outside of her car. I gave a ( Read more... )

I'm now on myspace too, 'cause I'm a whore like the rest of you.

Gridlock. Free your block from gridlock.

The new address:200 St John's University, Carey 101-1
Jamaica NY 11439-2000
( Meet the rommates and more. )

After having the scholastic obligation in New York begin just days too early to see the Violent Femmes for two years in a row, I made it out to the show at Del Mar again this year. There was no Tim, there was no Jorge to drive. And since Chris still has his license suspended, the responsibility fell squarely on the shoulders of his lupus-stricken ( Read more... )