Black Hawk Down
The man who moved our shit into our new apartment was named Brent. Brent was very nice. While he was moving our shit, Brent told me that he was in New Orleans for Hurricane Katrina. He'd gone to see if his mom was ok, and oh no! Brent got trapped! He had to wait on the rooftop for a Black Hawk to rescue him. Won't someone help Brent!? Brent said it wasn't all that scary and that if he had it to do over, he'd want to be trapped on the roof in the middle of a natural disaster again, because "I got to ride it the chopper and it was so cool!!!!!!"
Now, I know Brent was a mover, not an interior designer, but when I looked in my bedroom, it was like looking into a fucking Dali painting. One mattress was leaned against the closet door, and the other was on the frame horizontally instead of vertically. The night table was atop the dress, and both had their drawers facing the wall. I curled up in the fetal position in the corner, and I've been there ever since.
The Amber Pacific album is very good.
I have to set up catering for an event. I'm going to order three times more wine than I need and then keep the leftovers.
Chorale sang in Danville, Virginia on Sunday. I think old women cry when you sing, because they think they might be at their own funeral.
Now, I know Brent was a mover, not an interior designer, but when I looked in my bedroom, it was like looking into a fucking Dali painting. One mattress was leaned against the closet door, and the other was on the frame horizontally instead of vertically. The night table was atop the dress, and both had their drawers facing the wall. I curled up in the fetal position in the corner, and I've been there ever since.
The Amber Pacific album is very good.
I have to set up catering for an event. I'm going to order three times more wine than I need and then keep the leftovers.
Chorale sang in Danville, Virginia on Sunday. I think old women cry when you sing, because they think they might be at their own funeral.