well, i did it. i called the shrink. i left a message. i sounded like an idiot, so we’ll she if she calls back. i’m already imagining how i will never have time to go because of my erratic hours at work, how i can get away, or how i can […]
went to dinner at new green bo with jeremie and sheri and then jill joined us later. it was perfection: soup dumplings, lions head, and what just might have been a boy band in the making at another table. five boys who looked oh so trendy, plus a record exec-ish woman. i […]
you know what’s cool? when you look at the clock on your phone and it says it’s 70 minutes later than the clock on your computer, and you realize you only have to be at work for another two hours. hurrah!
work! work work work! tvguide work work work! it’s good to be back in the office. everybody is welcoming and chatty. max told me he’d been reading me in metropolis, which made me feel really good. i like it here. i’ll hate it in a few days, but […]
had dinner with jill and allison, deelish vietnamese. then we watched cruel intentions at their apartment. movie==bliss. but you know what sucks? standing on the 96th street subway platform watching four 1 trains go by in a row, 30 minutes tick by, while waiting for the 2/3. grumble.
well whaddayafuckingknow, dsl is down. surprise surfuckingprise. i’m on hold with them now but i know what the response is going to be: “verizon needs to come check it out.” too bad i start work tomorrow and can’t spend my life sitting around waiting for the fuckheads.
dialup sucks. HATE HATE HATE.
the […]
and even though it’s daylight savings time, i still can’t sleep. so here’s more stuff from the past. this is from a “book” entitled collection of storys by moi. my name is written in cursive so it looks like it’s from second or third grade. i’m leaning towards second grade given […]
found detroit art:
- written in soap on the back of a bright yellow new vw beetle: “p diddy take your shirt off!!!”, in parking lot of strip mall at lahser and 15 mile rd
- on marquee sign for strip mall at woodward and 13 mile rd: “GOD BLESS MERICANS” (erin’s translation as she drives by […]
i feel really nervous. i’m not sure why. maybe it’s because i’m going back to nyc tomorrow. maybe it’s because i’m going back and not staying indefinitely, or, staying indefinitely with an eye toward leaving. maybe it’s because tonight dad got bitchy because i didn’t think to return a dvd to […]
