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summer's over, so am i

for the second time in my neighborhood in a week, i have been followed for several crowded blocks by a pudgy thug who upon catching up to me asks first if i've seen [insert generic name here], who is supposed to get him That Bag, then if i know where he can get A Bag, promising he will Hook Me Up with a share of the contents if i can provide some ( Read more... )

my hard drive lives
now, to remember how to breathe
[motherboard overheated--suddenly my response to the disaster in which i placed my computer immediately in the refrigerator upon returning to discover its corpse makes sense--who says there is no psychic link between electronic devices & their owners? NOT I]

electronic apocalypse on BRODAWAY, part 2: first my mp3 player then my hard drive drop fucking dead with no warning leaving me with no music & nothing backed up from the last several months of whatever the fuck i've been doing for the last several months ( Read more... )

music reviews should not contain hello kitty figure skates that double as razor blades, or psychoanalysis of eyes that roll back into their owners' heads, but sometimes they do

( the lavatory has been locked for three hours solid, i think they're using it for an operating room )

( snacktime in hell: a dramatic saga of love, loss, & lard on the brooklyn-queens expressway overpass )

i am a neurological joke

reminder: "just once for old time's sake" does not apply when old times were less than a week ago