So Far on Today
Sitting on my ass, on the computer, with TV on the Radio. Waiting on the Weekend.
I keep catching myself thinking "this moment will...
dhk: Welcome to existentialism, have a pastry, a seat and put your feet up. frangry: This moment, with these people, on this day, in this clothes, in this weather, will never happen again. Oof! Like a punch in my solar plexis. Like a one minute:30 second punk song sending all the blood rushing to your brain until you can’t help but scream at the top of your lungs. Excellant two...
The Economy is Hard on Everyone
So your sitting on the couch or in the car, musing about how shitty your situation is in today’s economy (“we are not in a Recession” — G Dumbass WB), and then you realize every person is affected. Like people you don’t normally think about; the city’s Underbelly Society. Hookers. This morning, I’m running my routine morning errand for work, jamming out...
Of Mice and Morons
“My mouse is broken! It doesn’t work! I need a brand new one!” *panic yelp panic yipyipyip!* Three blasts of Air Duster, and a 30 second scrape on the inner rollers later: “Oh thanks, it works perfect now.” *sigh* you helpless people :-(
We have the Drama Queen
Of the list, I could only think of a Drama Queen (actually their name popped into my head before I even finished comprehending the phrase “Drama Queen.” Missing on the list: The Talking Penis Bling. He always wants to talk about sex. Ever female that passes by elicits an exclamation similar to, “What do think? Nice booty, hit that?” Which is annoying enough as it is (as...
Pet Peeves (One of Infinity)
Coworkers: Do not call me to tell me you’ve emailed me. Do not ask me for help when I am hefting/schleping two tubs of mail across the room. I don’t care if you think the pens are ugly. Read my emails, you may actually do your job more efficiently. If you ask me to go out for a cigarette with you, please don’t spend the entire 7 minute The Puffing Party insulting me. I...
Excitement! so far today.
Um, yeah. Almost made it on time…almost. Biggie J. has gone to the bathroom three times already, and told me the same story about how his brother-in-law wants some empty boxes to move…twice (X 3 in that he repeats his stories an average of 3 times at the moment of telling). Smoked a cigarette in the alley; a Ladybug assaulted my right ear, then circled around and kamikaze-ed my left...
Your Dream Job
justsayjolie: blakeley: fusioned: OK, let’s go on one of those reblogging sprees where you fill in the answers and shit. Here we go: What’s your dream job? Why do you want this job? What would you do at this job Ideally I’d continue to work in media until I became bored with it. Then I’d like to open a bar with McGlynn somewhere in the city. It’ll be called Blakeley’s and have several...
The Area Codes Project
fek: youngmanhattanite: Because I’m tired, haven’t slept, don’t feel like being at work, and don’t feel like doing anything while I’m stuck at work, I’ve resorted to doing something I’ve wanted to do for a long time, but have never had a reason to (I still don’t, but, whatever): the number-to-city interpretation of Ludacris’s 2001 hit single “Area Codes.” I’ve always hypothesized that Luda’...
Passing time, Passing emails
Me: At least your day hasn’t included any of these situations…yet! AlabamaSlamma: Those were pretty good even though, I think some of them were BS…. Me: Ye of little faith! :-) I’m so bored that I am getting a little excited about needing to go tinkle out this coffee soon….just for something to do :-( AlabamaSlamma: Now that’s sad….hey i had a...
UnderGround. Under A Vault and a Parking Lot. Under Nourished and needing human contact. Little noise, save the whirring of folding machines. The Gopher Hole is home, both a Sanctuary and Hell. A 40 Hour Paid Purgatory.