Year: 2002

Pictures for today. Not many. Oh well. :)

I am reading Down and out in Paris and London now. It’s very good. But I have discovered something entirely too annoying about myself. I am only on page 43 and the title pretty much sums up the book (at least during these early stages). A guy (George Orwell) talking about being down and out…

You know me, I’m just like you, it’s 3 in the morning, and I don’t know anybody I don’t know what his damn jammies looked like…they had Yodas and shit on them.” (leave out the titles for now, I want to create things that bug me).

Toby bought me a new helmet. And here is the toilet. I was in the loo and figured what the hell. I’ll show you the monster. Not me, the toilet. I am not monster!

Please note: I am not walking out. But is there anything more liberating than doing just that? Some guy (who has been here for over 4 years) just walked out. Said, I can’t take it any longer. and left. I can’t ever do shit like that. As soon as I hit the pavement, I would…

We have black toilets at work. Black toilets worry me. I ‘get it’ and everything, but somehow it just doesn’t seem right. It’s like dark ponds or quarrys. They freak me out a bit too. Only this is a toilet. I can’t see the bottom, I know it’s there, but I can’t see it. I…

Here are some pictures from today and yesterday. We went uptown to get tickets for Toby’s sister. We took the 7 train into Long Island City when we were finished and walked home by way of the Polaski Bridge.

With age, I am learning, seems to come this weird need for minimal amounts of control. I think it happens to people as they realize that life is basically spinning just slightly out of control at all times. So what does one do? We might as well settle for all those freakish little things. Can’t…

I will write it on the bathroom wall at a bar in Manhattan. It will be on the right wall if you’re facing the door. It will be above the toilet tissue dispenser. It will be written in blue ink. I will try not to smear it, but I’m afraid to sit down and relax.…

<a href="http://mihow-assets.s3.amazonaws.com/dailylinks/theif.html&quot; target="blank”>C__ is a vegetarian. Did I mention that? I found that out. There are a few strikes against her now, I have deduced she is the one. There are many many meatball subs and chicken liver bonanza bagel belly stuffers. There are weenies and burgers, steakovers and parts, but my little gem was…