Monday is, traditionally, Monday Night Dinner. But as life skids down one of its many unpredictable detours, the Monday Night Dinner crew finds itself hosting this now ritualistic event on Wednesday nights. Not a problem since we are concerned only with good food and better company. What's in a day? Nothing. But since Hump-day Dinner deterred any ( Read more... )

i'm here to plug my face ( Read more... )

gather round kids.

for those who don't know. I'll be in Jupiter this weekend until Apr. 7th. I'm in orlando thursday and friday.  let's have ourselves a good time.

the future is now...

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and now here too:

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i stopped being homeless on sunday.  since my last post nothing really happened of any significance save for one almost scary encounter.  I'll be brief.

I spent about three days in my car and they weren't bad. I parked near my old apartment on some well lit private home streets that i knew were safe. three days and no problems. but the fourth day ( Read more... )

i'm stressed.  way too much has happened this year and none of it has been very good.  the big issue currently is that i'm homeless.  not sleeping on the street homeless but not having a home homeless...you know what i mean.  since i had to drop everything and fly to florida in December, my moving plans for january stalled but my roommate’s plans ( Read more... )

i'm in town and have been for five days now. my mom is in the hospital. she had a stroke. she is fine, fully coherent but a little weak. really, if you saw her at the hospital you'd wonder why the hell she was there. but she is and she is still fragile. so, i'm spending all my time at the hospital and at my oma's.  i want to see all yous guys so ( Read more... )

i've been meaning to update for a while now.  a lot has/is/will be happening.  so briefly i will start at the top ( Read more... )

she gave me her info and i agreed to call her later.  i went home, ate and called up a friend. i needed a wingman.  more specifically, i needed a wingman with a knife. mike has a knife.  so mike and i drive up into the hills to this party house, this rich fancy party house. the girl, lauren, meets us at the long twisting driveway and leads us in ( Read more... )

i hate cats.

no doubt some of you have heard my complaints about my living situation.  for those spared, i will reiterate.  my roommate is filthy. filthy on a level that becomes, to me, incomprehensible.  case in point, it is hazardous for me to live in my apartment because mold of some variety has grown  in the walls.  it is now unsafe for me to ( Read more... )