My name is Redsleeves, a now 30-year old Queens, NY resident and at one point a serial LJ poster.  I once posted every day, sometimes twice a day, for about 2 years or so.  The main themes running through my posts involved bitching about friends and enemies alike in long, analogic narratives; bitching about the horrors of my mundane office ( Read more... )

This rain is freaking me out.

Normally I don't like to talk about dreams; I think that they are generally devoid of psychological or mystical meaning and are simply just a set of snapshots from things you saw on TV that night or just slightly-twisted verbatum of your day.  My dreams generally fly on the mundane side of things-- I dream of waking up ( Read more... )

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The journey to Great Neck and back with my folks was not as dramatic as I dreaded it would be.  The trip to Jamaica, Queens, where I was to get my gas account set up has been postponed until we figure out what the hell we're supposed to do exactly.

At the tiny, cramped law office with no central air (and terrible parking), I sat on one side of a ( Read more... )

I am so psyched to learn that Queens now has its very own snakehead infestation .  The snakehead craze of a year or two ago is one of my all-time favorite sensationalist news stories, beating out sharkaphobia, the imminent doom of South American killer bee swarms and the dreaded monkeypox by far.


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Despite my callous flip-off of the Ghettoplex yesterday, I must confess that I've been a bit of a wreck these past few days.  I'm terrified about my future as a poor Mortgage Monkey, loathsome at the prospect of once again being financially beholden to my folks to a degree, dreading the notion that I'll be stuck under their roof for the next few ( Read more... )

Day Three at the Twisted Sister's, and she is getting on my last damn nerve.  All she does all day is screech at the children and run around like a brained loon, and when it's finally time to put the kids down, she retreats to her sweltering patio and sucks down a stinky clove cigarette (the equivalent of meth clinic treatment for female ex-smokers ( Read more... )

I've been staying with my sister and her offspring in Long Island since I got back from the wedding Sunday night, acting as the stand-in Man of the House while my brother-in-law is away on business.  This of course is at great inconvenience to myself, given that my Ghettoplex landlord has kindly agreed to tack on a free week to my rented stay as ( Read more... )

Finally caught the Six Feet Under episode that I missed on Sunday-- the show's winding down to the finale, but it's still mass producing enough melodrama to remain interesting.  Damn, I'll miss it when it's over...

So, I finally have a closing date for the big move-- August 5th.  This is when myself, my parents (who are generously co-signing my ( Read more... )

At my folks' house, once again.  Last night was a belatant dual birthday celebration for myself and my father, at which point my sister finally acknowledged our existence.  She bought me a garbage can as a birthday/housewarming present, which I suppose was apropos-- I didn't even notice what she got my father.  Since the birth of my beloved twin ( Read more... )