Yuck, that last post was totally uncalled for.  Not only was it icky-poo and maybe a little more revealing than I'd like to normally be, but it was also scatterbrained and poorly written.  Maybe I was still hungover this morning or something.  I'll make it "Private" and spare everyone who hasn't seen it yet.

Before the debauchery began last night, ( Read more... )

Last night I attended yet another send-off to a departing co-worker, this time at a strange Karaoke bar on Canal St.  Impeccable renditions of tarty-pop ditties and disco standards were delivered by all the queens, and the ironic indy-hipsters tried really hard at statement-making with their takes on New Order, Snoop Dogg and Black Sabbath.  ( Read more... )

Despite the fact that I am drunk and hog sweating and it's 3:15am here US Eastern time, I ask you to indulge me in a minute of silly meandering, because this is actually important.

For the past several years I've found myself daydreaming this fantasy that I've contracted this rare exotic disease, and that I nobly decide to keep my pain and ( Read more... )

I was greeted by a small pile of polite birthday cards near my computer this morning.  So far this is turning out to be a very mature, civil birthday, which means basically that I am an old, old man.

Nothing civil about last night, however.  Without going into too much detail, let's say I embarked on a drunken party of one to ring in the new age, ( Read more... )

I still have not received my replacement credit card, which I requested last Tuesday evening.  When you live in a ghetto building like I do, waiting for things like this to come in the mail can be a nail-biting procedure.

I have basically completed the things I've needed to do on my end to fix the damage done by the theft of my credit and debit ( Read more... )

I am more or less done with my little self-loathing freakout that I got bogged down with for the past two days.  I don't think there's anything wrong with self-loathing freakouts per se, provided that they are brief and carried out with the knowledge that you will learn from your mistakes and become a better/wiser person.

I don't blame myself so ( Read more... )

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Gay Roomie is gone for the rest of the week, so I'll have the crib to myself.  That's all well and good until you realize that sitting in a filthy, flimsy shithole by yourself isn't really so much more b-a-n-a-n-a-s then sitting in said hole with another person.  But still, a few days without the roar of his treadmill or the constant blabbering ( Read more... )