Stocking stuffing
Invested all my saving in the stock market on Friday. Seems like I picked the right day to do it. Made a quick %13 in one day.
Now I'm a fiend, and I can't stop watching the little tic tic ticers tic tic ticing. It's like the gambler feels.
Maybe moving out of my new house into DB's two doors down. I've had serious apt. envy since he moved in and now he wants to leave. Breaking the lease is gonna be a mess, but I think I'm gonna try the old "there's-an-open-sewer-under-my-living-room-and-this-is-an-illegal-conversion-and-I'm-gonna-call-the-board-of-health" defense. We'll see if it works. Who would've ever thought that I'd be willing, able, or eager to move into a $1600/mo. apt that I didn't have a mortgage on. Maybe I need a reality check. Or maybe I need to do what'll make me happy.
Hung out with some new starlet today and talked about making lists of unusual words to try and use in press junkets to have fun and keep from going crazy. Seems like a good pastime.
Shoulder started going out last week. Midweek it was a hot knife in the inside of the joint. Seeing orthopedist for x-ray's thurs. Sweet,,, sweet, insurance.
Got severely and simultaneously eyefucked by three family generations of red hook PJ's black ladies in the ikea elevator the other day when I said that the huge mirror I had in tow was going to be hung neither sideways or up-and-down, but on my ceiling. They "ooohhed" and sucked in air and crossed their legs and looked me up and down and up and down the way barcode scanners do. "that'll be nice" and "I best be minding my own business... mmmmmm". It was dirty and I loved it. Then I went home and hung the mirror and tried it out and that was dirty and I loved it too.
Short hair is good. Relationship is weathering the tests of my own perversity, aided by my association with the dirtiest dude player hobag there ever was, and my condescending pity for him. He's the Dennis Hopper to my Peter Fonda, and I like him in spite of everything.
Fell asleep next to some bums in a park here in paris yesterday after deciding that I just couldn't walk any further and that the exchange rate would not permit me in good conscience to use a taxi. Woke up refreshed and with my stuff still intact and felt better.
Problems at work with MG. We don't speak even though we work closely all the time. At first it was rought but now we're like one of those families where the mother tells the son to tell the father to pass the salt. Wish it could be better but I've got more important things and people to worry about. Professionalism is my banner.
Maybe after all this moving drama is over I can get back to reading. There are so many books I want to read.
Got an open container summons in Brooklyn the other day. The first page in my criminal record, at last! I'm gonna go fight it. It's like in goodfellah's when Ray Liotta busts his cherry.
Inherited a record player and collection from SM, who has decided to shed all his worldly goods and move away to turkey. I'm holding onto several of said worldly goods until he comes to his senses, at which point I'll give 'em back.
Things are good. Life is keeping pace.
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Now I'm a fiend, and I can't stop watching the little tic tic ticers tic tic ticing. It's like the gambler feels.
Maybe moving out of my new house into DB's two doors down. I've had serious apt. envy since he moved in and now he wants to leave. Breaking the lease is gonna be a mess, but I think I'm gonna try the old "there's-an-open-sewer-under-my-living-room-and-this-is-an-illegal-conversion-and-I'm-gonna-call-the-board-of-health" defense. We'll see if it works. Who would've ever thought that I'd be willing, able, or eager to move into a $1600/mo. apt that I didn't have a mortgage on. Maybe I need a reality check. Or maybe I need to do what'll make me happy.
Hung out with some new starlet today and talked about making lists of unusual words to try and use in press junkets to have fun and keep from going crazy. Seems like a good pastime.
Shoulder started going out last week. Midweek it was a hot knife in the inside of the joint. Seeing orthopedist for x-ray's thurs. Sweet,,, sweet, insurance.
Got severely and simultaneously eyefucked by three family generations of red hook PJ's black ladies in the ikea elevator the other day when I said that the huge mirror I had in tow was going to be hung neither sideways or up-and-down, but on my ceiling. They "ooohhed" and sucked in air and crossed their legs and looked me up and down and up and down the way barcode scanners do. "that'll be nice" and "I best be minding my own business... mmmmmm". It was dirty and I loved it. Then I went home and hung the mirror and tried it out and that was dirty and I loved it too.
Short hair is good. Relationship is weathering the tests of my own perversity, aided by my association with the dirtiest dude player hobag there ever was, and my condescending pity for him. He's the Dennis Hopper to my Peter Fonda, and I like him in spite of everything.
Fell asleep next to some bums in a park here in paris yesterday after deciding that I just couldn't walk any further and that the exchange rate would not permit me in good conscience to use a taxi. Woke up refreshed and with my stuff still intact and felt better.
Problems at work with MG. We don't speak even though we work closely all the time. At first it was rought but now we're like one of those families where the mother tells the son to tell the father to pass the salt. Wish it could be better but I've got more important things and people to worry about. Professionalism is my banner.
Maybe after all this moving drama is over I can get back to reading. There are so many books I want to read.
Got an open container summons in Brooklyn the other day. The first page in my criminal record, at last! I'm gonna go fight it. It's like in goodfellah's when Ray Liotta busts his cherry.
Inherited a record player and collection from SM, who has decided to shed all his worldly goods and move away to turkey. I'm holding onto several of said worldly goods until he comes to his senses, at which point I'll give 'em back.
Things are good. Life is keeping pace.
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