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Friday, August 31, 2007 |
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Time after time
Location: 12AM Columbus, having this conversation Mood: thoughtful Music: circles. Confusion. Is nothing new?
So I met someone tonight.
Her: I'd have to say the disappointment. I keep hoping this time'll be different... Huh.
See you Tuesday guys, be safe.
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Thursday, August 30, 2007 |
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This version of me
Location: 11PM yest, asking for one more on the UWS Mood: sotted Music: Here's coming a better version of me
Nadi, Happy Birthday. This year woulda been tougher without you.
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I've resolved my business issues but it's a sad disappointment to discover you're not quite as noble as you imagined you'd be.
So I met up with Hazel, Paul and Bryson and drank what was left of my self-respect.
Causa my insomnia, I grew up watching black & white films at 2AM. Jimmy Stewart was my favorite. Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, The Philadelphia Story, It's a Wonderful Life, etc.
Do you ever wake up and wonder what happened to all your youth and idealism?
I sometimes often think that I've become the very, very worst version of myself.
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Wednesday, August 29, 2007 |
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This time around
Location: 9PM yest, Freehold NJ, hearing a sad story Mood: troubled Music: I'm a stupid little thing
Camera Obscura - the drummer was smoking like a chimney.
Baltimore was nice. Coming home was nicer. This time around, there was silverware. Sorta.
I was in the Baltimore Penn Station and I remembered being there a year ago asking my brother what I should do when I got home. He reminded me of something:
You're 33. How can someone that you've been with for four years define you? What'd you do before her?
I told him the same thing once before.
I'm troubled again, but this time, for totally different reasons.
I was going to make a peanut butter and marmalade sandwich but instead had a rendezvous with a single-barrel, seven-year rum. No oranges.
This week is going to be very unpleasant but I just told someone here that life has it's highs and lows. Life's like that.
I'm ready for some more highs.
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Tuesday, August 28, 2007 |
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Never gonna fall for
Location: on the telephone, dealing
Mood: indescribable
Music: Its just the power to charm
Hopping on a 6AM train bound for Baltimore tomorrow. Exam.
Having some work drama which some of you know about. No joy.
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I went to that concert Friday at the seaport to see Camera Obscura (pic). Opening act was The Last Town Chorus - that's a pic of the lead singer, sorry so blurry, I was hella far away. They sang Bowie's Modern Love.
I told the grey-eyed girl I went with that I spent prom night at the seaport. She got a kick outta that. Been in this @#$! town too long.
Speaking of towns, looks like she and I are heading for Friendsville - weird, it's usually me driving there. Well, it happens.
I've been on 20 dates with 14 girlies in 60 days. Plus I met two separate women on the way to the concert. Not sure I'm cut out for this modern love - I've essentially turbo-charged my disappointments and disappointing. Perhaps I'm just all charm and no substance.
Startin' to think dating's just an excuse for me to blow coin I ain't got, time I don't have and hope I can't spare.
Actually, hope? That I got.
Cause I keep thinking, this time'll be different.
This time...
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Monday, August 27, 2007 |
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Birds of a Feather / Circumstance
Location: 3PM yest, upper east side Mood: disappointed Music: One time a thing occurred to me what's real and what's for sale?
Well, I had both a fantastic and craptastic weekend rolled into one. Lemme sort and get back to you.
Did go to a new church with a girl that had the nicest grey eyes though.
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- Life is a mirror and will reflect back to the thinker what he thinks into it. - Ernest S. Holmes
- Our environment, the world in which we live and work, is a mirror of our attitudes and expectations. - Earl Nightingale
- I am no Einstein. - Albert Einstein
OK, I just threw that last one in to screw with you.
I told you I cut a few people recently, yeah? They no longer reflect who I am. The people with whom you choose to surround yourself are mirrors to your values.
I submit that the five things that you wrote down that you admire about someone are five things you respect about yourself, wish you had yourself, or think you can have yourself, if only circumstances were different.
Conversely, the five things that you don't admire about that other person, you secretly fear you could be, do, or have, yourself - again, if only circumstances were different.
Love that word, circumstance.
You and I are only ever separated from everyone else by that one thing and that one thing alone.
Ah, but what a thing that is...
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Friday, August 24, 2007 |
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Camera Obscura
Location: about to run out the door Mood: confused Music: I’ve got my life of complication here to sort out
Argh!
They're playing live and free tonight at the South Street Seaport at 8PM.
I was planning to stay in tonight for the first time in months just to prep for the exam but these guys are so awesome (thanks to CindyE for the introduction).
Should I go? Man, I'm so torn...
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You and Me
Location: upstairs, studying Mood: tired Music: home, only just a few miles down the road I can make it, I know I can
 (c) Derik Leong
Her: You're awfully self-involved.
Me: It says right there, "logan lo dot com"
Her: Still... ---------- I like you. The fact you're reading me makes me like you. That says something about me, I know. In fact, not only do I know that is says something about me, I know what it says. But that's neither here nor there. Let's play a game, shall we? I play it all the time when I'm out and about. It's not mine, someone once told it to me. Anyway, I feel we should, cause I like you more than all the people I meet when I'm...doing what I do. - Make a list of about five things you admire about someone (or various persons) you love, loved and/or respect.
- Make a list of about five things that you don't admire/don't respect.
Keep it to yourself, send it to me, tell your mom, it doesn't matter. We'll talk about it Monday, yeah? As always, I'm off to bed to lie awake for a while.
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Thursday, August 23, 2007 |
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Fallen Summer
Location: in front of a pile of books again Mood: content Music: God gave me everything
 You are not superior just because you see the world in an odious light. My friend Jaerik made an interesting observation on my blog that I don't think I've ever noticed myself.
He said that I rarely do angry blog entries. Never thought of that.
I think people do angry on the internet because it's easy and makes for pseudo-intellect. Sure there's lots to be pissed about; life is inherently unfair.
But man, that's the quickest way to a bitter, solitary life.
This blog is mostly about my love life because, well, I got nuthin else to complain about.
Not really.
I got my pad. I got my people. I got my poison. I just picked up a new whip to replace my old ride. Another 300 payments and it's all mine.
I figure someday I'll get the girl too. Someday.
For now, I'll take the fall weather we're having in summer here in NYC.
Speaking of which, I met this girl at Bryant Park tonight...
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Wednesday, August 22, 2007 |
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No Such Thing
Location: in front of a bunch of computer parts in Queens Mood: busy Music: the good boys and girls take the so called right track
 Summer's not my season. Bad, bad, bad things happen to me in summer. Fall, however, is my season. I woke up all week thinking its fall. I woke up happy all week. ---------- I've been hanging with these guys Paul and Sheridan a lot lately. Recently, Paul and I were at party with an old friend/legal client of mine and a group of us got talking. Girl1: What do you mean? Me: There's no such thing as a line. Look, if you're attracted to me, I could walk up to you, say anything, anything, and you'd respond positively. In college, my friend Crawford would walk up to a girl, go Whoo-Hooo! and ten minutes later they're making out. Girl2: I disagree, what a guy says matters. Me: To an extent, yes. But I think it's less about the content and more the conveyance. Say a cute chick walked up to me and started talking to me in French with a wink'n smile; the content, which I wouldn't understand, wouldn't matter to me. I'd just be thinking, Hey...
Girl1: That's cause you're a guy. Me: No. (sighing) It's cause I know.
When you like someone, they can do no wrong; when you don't, they can do no right.
- Somena (mentioned you twice in a week!)
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Tuesday, August 21, 2007 |
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Why do you treat me this way? / Coincidences
Location: 5PM yest, in Flushing asking for extra sauce Mood: see music Music: I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
Why, Electronic Gods? What have I done to anger you so?
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Truth be told, one of the people I randomly ran into on Saturday wasn't all that coincidental.
Me: BTW, my mobile is 212.479.7990 should you want to randomly run into me tonight downtown around 11PM at 9th and second in a bar called Solas ( not the number I actually gave her). Her: You're cute...if I want to randomly run into you at Solas! Well you never know...
Me: I'll let you buy me a drink.
Her: (laughing) Funny
Me: What are you talking about?
Her: We'll see.
Fair enough...
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Sunday, August 19, 2007 |
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Comings and Goings
Location: 7:15PM yest, saying hello at church Mood: psyched! Music: On my way to see my friends who live a couple blocks away
Captredstar had a going away party on Saturday at one of my favorite joints, Solas. Hipstomp, Katsmw, Transistor Girl, Hazel, Paul and some of the Zu Boys were there too.
We ran into others like a Candyfiend - whom I also bumped into last week midtown, an actor from 72nd to Canal, and a Texan and her friend (like the hat?) I met at a party a week ago. Sometimes NYC's a small town.
Lots of memories there. Before my time it was called Café Tabac and Madonna worked there. You know, I met Somena there, was there for dozens of parties, was slapped there (by Somena, thank you), and last saw No 7 there.
I had my 30th birthday party at Solas too.
The coolest thing about Saturday night was that there were at least 10 people there for Kirk's thing that were at my 30th as well.
Friends come and go. Some stay with you physically; some stay with you mentally. Some do both.
Have a safe trip, brother.
Pics: Me, Kirk and Cindy Gestaltify and Lexxy Pie in meaningful conversation here.
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Friday, August 17, 2007 |
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Anniversary / Year in Review
Location: here, telling you something important to me Mood: grateful Music: I'll be back in the high life again
Short version
Him: You ok? Him: What about? Me: (laugh) I feel free again.
Him: ( disgusted) Don't get all emo on me, dude. Long Version
Warning, this is a long, link-heavy post - next week'll be business as usual.
It's been exactly a year since I've started blogging. I had a different blog for a few weeks before I turned to this one.
I started it all because I was bleeding so much electronic ink anyway back then. Somehow, it's morphed into what you see now.
I've been in a good mood lately because I've had some time to reflect on the year. I wonder what my life would have been like if No 6 and I stayed together - I think we'd have bits of happy with shades of miserable.
If we stayed together, though:
- I never woulda met Somena or L, (both of whom I met in bars - weird). I also wouldn't be so chatty with KGBetty, Hazel or Nadi. With them plus new girls like Burn, I've got an awesome set of female friends.
- I probably wouldn't see the Zu Boys, Giovanni, Bryson, Hipstomp, Captredstar, Sheridan, Paul or any of the other guys nearly as much.
- I wouldn't have dated all the people I've dated - dunno if that's good or bad. I'd probably have more scratch but less interesting stories.
- I woulda never have dated No 7, which, for all it's ridiculous drama, I still think of fondly. I should tell you that after we broke up, I got hooked on mac'n cheese causa her. Don't tell her.
- I wouldn't have gotten into photography.
- There'd be no 72nd to Canal.
- I wouldn't know the joy that is aged dark rum on the rocks with a slice of orange.
- I woulda died having only kissed 10 women in my life - huh...
- Probably still be driving my ride.
- Harold'd still be a salad buffet.
Mostly though, I wouldn't have this blog. You wouldn't be reading me; I wouldn't be writing this.
There'd be no you and me.
Funny thing is: I intended to only write this for a year, at most. I figured I'd run outta things to say to the three people that read me if I posted, say, every two days or so.
Now, I look forward to these daily conversations with you. Like I said, 8.2 million people but few connections.
Check it out: just for now, we've traveled through time (I wrote this before you read it) and space (I'm here, you're there) and we're connected. Writing is more than just words strung together - writing is telepathy.
You may think I'm vain, a womanizer, a hypocrite, awesome, humble, self-involved, brilliant, stupid, what-have-you,
The very last thing said at the end of this 80s flick called Heaven Help Us is by Ed Rooney. After everything, he's a shampoo boy at a Bensonhurst hair salon, where the hours suck, the pay sucks, and I'm surrounded by 'funny guys', but the tips are great! Thank you, God!
It's sucked a lot from there to here but I don't think it could have played out any differently, or better, really.
One last movie quote. In You've Got Mail, Kathleen writes to Joe:
The odd thing about this form of communication is that you're more likely to talk about nothing than something. But I just want to say that all this nothing has meant more to me than so many somethings.
I'm not on the other side yet, but I think I'm on my way.
Without getting too emo, thank you, very much, for reading me.
I'll keep writing...
Thank you, God.
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Thursday, August 16, 2007 |
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Great Expectations
Location: -30 mins telling her, I'm going in again Mood: sotted Music: I'd just like to know do you love him or just making time
Inspired by a sardonicasshole.
Dickens actually wrote two endings for the book - in the published version, you don't know what happens to the two of them.
In the original, Dickens had Pip realize that he loved the girl that was cruel. And that girl was gone. The good girl left behind, wasn't the one he loved.
I can relate. I think all the women I've ever had a thing for was some version of Estella. Interesting, eh?
I would love to meet a girl with that name. There was this Korean girl Stella whom I had a crush on. When we got our yearbooks, she wrote, You shoulda asked me out, I woulda said yes.
Argh! It's why I don't tell people things like that.
Other names I like:
- Alexis - damn, that's sexy
- Amanda - just dated one
- Marie - just met one from France, seeing her soon
- Melissa/Melody/Molly - no explanation
- Yve/Yvonne - massive elementary school crush
- Many French/German/Russian names - Tajania, Katja
- Many Japanese names - Naomi, Marimo
I once dated a girl who was Frau Zuzanne D'Longe - that was just hot.
I just walked in from a date.
I keep wondering if it's better to have expectations or to have none.
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Wednesday, August 15, 2007 |
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Black Swan
Location: -20 mins, on Broadway, picking grapefruit Mood: grateful Music: My heart was broke, my head was sore, what a feeling
A Black Swan is an unforeseen event that makes a huge historical impact. The assassination of Franz Ferdinand, 9/11, and the rise of dot coms are considered Black Swans.
But we all have our own personal Black Swans, yeah? Those events that changed everything about our lives completely unexpectedly?
No 6 moved out a year ago this week.
I recorded the above video for my brother after I got back from Baltimore and saw that she, and all her stuff, was gone (nothing risqué; trust me, totally SFW).
I used the spatula to make myself a peanut butter and orange marmalade sandwich. I sat in my empty living room and thought, Well, this is gonna suck. And it did. Really bad.
But it doesn't anymore. When I do think of a girl, she's not the one I think of. I never woulda believed it.
Time and tide changes everything.
Note to self: If you ever live with a chick again, do not throw out your utensils just because her's matches.
Life is good.
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Tuesday, August 14, 2007 |
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Michael Malloy/Mike the Mouse
Location: -20 mins @ Columbus Circle saying goodbye Mood: hopeful Music: the worst part is there's no-one else to blame
The First PostSecret (that I know of) Video - sound not necessary.
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Mike Malloy was this New Yorker that just wouldn't die. This group of guys and his bartender tried to kill him by giving him unlimited alcohol. Nuthin.
Antifreeze, nuthin.
Horse liniment, rat poison, raw oysters soaked in wood alcohol, soiled sardines (??), carpet tacks, metal shavings. Nuthin.
So they tossed him passed out and naked into the snow. Nuthin - Mikey woke up, got dressed, showed up for more booze.
So they hit Mike with a taxi going 45 miles an hour! Like water off a mutant duck's back - nuthin.
The boys ultimately lost their cool (and their minds); stuffed a gas pipe into his mouth. Same story with Grigori Rasputin.
My point? I have the Mike Malloy / Rasputin of mice. It's one single solitary bulletproof friggin mouse. He's gold colored. Seriously. Not brown, not grey, gold.
That bugger...will...not...^%#!...die.
One day, quite soon, you may read, Crazed UWS Writer Takes a Sabre to His Own Apartment.
And you'll know. You'll say, Oh yeah, that's gotta be Logan...must be the mouse.
You'll know.
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Monday, August 13, 2007 |
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Umbrellas in our drinks
Location: 5:45PM yest, alone in a church Mood: excited Music: Sunlight On my face I wake up and yeah I'm alive

I spoke to an ex a few times in this month. Probably not a good idea. ---------- Speaking of exes, I met a designer who asked me what happened with my last serious girl. I don't know why I told her because I don't think I told anyone really, including you, did I? No great drama, really. Quite the opposite, in fact. Me: One random day, I picked up tickets to a show and got reservations at her favorite Japanese restaurant as a surprise. She said she couldn't make it that night because she was tired. So I tried to get her come out without ruining it and she hung up on me. Her: That's it? That's crazy! You never told her?
Me: ( shrugging) I tried but it hard talking to a dial tone. Her: What? You couldn't leave a message?
Me: I coulda. But I felt that she shoulda been on my side, yeah? Her: That's your pride talking. I dunno who's more f____ up, you or her.
Me: I'd put money on me. ( laughing) Just a stupid misunderstanding; the sad thing is that she promised to always hear me out and I promised to always chose her over my pride. That worked out swimmingly. Hey, ( smiling) we're in New York, the night is young and we have umbrellas in our drinks. Does anything else really matter right now? Her: (shakes head, grins)
It's been a while since I've thought of either ex. Dunno if it's church, chicks, the checks or the rum, but I've been oddly content. That's not true - I know why. I'll tell you soon. Promise.
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Friday, August 10, 2007 |
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Seven more things you might not know about me
Location: 10PM yest, at Bourbon St asking her if she knows Mood: chipper Music: there's no place that I could be without you honestly
For esoterian, I'm doing the following meme (I did something similar a while back): - List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
- Tag seven people to do the same.
Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag whoever wants to do it.
- I paid for part of college by working in NYC clubs. I'm hard of hearing in one ear because of it.
- Unless due to (a) work or (b) a prior engagement - and much like that girl in high school everyone talks about - I never say no to a party.
- I'm a TV addict and built a machine that can record 750 hours of TV - cause I'm a geek.
- Prior to 8/2006, I only ever kissed 10 girlies. Since then, I've kissed a few more.
- I really quit my job to be a competitive fighter six years ago but then I got injured in training (dammit). I tell people I quit to write so I don't have to tell the story.
- I've saved 10% of everything I've ever made since I was 14. Because of that, I own my apartment and have for the past three years. I have no debt besides the mortgage (and my bookie).
- I miss being 8. We were poor but I was always happy. I remember my mom brought me to the doc because she worried that I was daft - I'd stand and stare at the blue sky for hours.
They don't know that, 26 years later, I still do it - shhhhhhh don't tell her. She worries.
I don't like the last rule, above, cause anyone who wants to do this should. But, just to keep up appearances and for no particular reason, I tag: OK, whaddya got for me?
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Thursday, August 09, 2007 |
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On our toes
Location: 11PM, asking for her name again on 6th Ave Mood: happy Music: I fall on the floor and I'm laughing
 Her: You're the first Asian guy I've ever been attracted to. Me: Ah, you're missing out. We're lovely. Plus, wait until you meet the really good looking ones.
---------- I recently hung out with Burn, one of the girls I met a couple weeks back. She's very cool. We're not each other's types, mainly because she's looking for a nice Jewish boy and my last serious relationship made it clear that's not a route I'm interested in traveling ( again (and again)). Burn's a dance coach and she was with about a half-dozen of her fellow dancers Friday night. My luck running straight and true, all lovely ivy-league grads, none age appropriate. Doesn't matter though, still a fun night. I'm sure I'll see her again as she lives around the way and I like her company. I love that you really never know what's coming up next in NYC. Keeps us on our toes, yeah? I love being on my toes.
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Wednesday, August 08, 2007 |
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Which one are you?
Location: 9PM, getting slashed at in the UWS Mood: content Music: Dont wake me i plan on sleeping in
 (c)Disney
Saw a sneak preview of The Kingdom on Monday. It had it's good and bad points but I gotta say that that my friend Irnbruise was right, the fight scene with Jennifer Garner is worth the price of admission. Totally hot. Totally. ---------- Nadi: Nah, that'd make it more conversation, not less. If she just wanted to get rid of you, she'd have just said she had a dude.
Me: True. Hmmm, I wonder if...
Nadi: Oh stop, you're not gonna change her. That's every man's dream.
Me: (laughing) Maybe we should eat there some...
Nadi: (rolling eyes) Sheeyeah, Logan - riiiiiiight...
---------- Him: You've never heard that before? Look, everyone turns into one of the Seven Dwarfs when they drink. Like me, I'm Sleepy Dwarf. So, which one are you? Me: (thinking) Is there a Friendly Pirate Dwarf?
Him: ( silence) Me: I'm joking!
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Tuesday, August 07, 2007 |
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Sold I to the merchant ships
Location: 2PM yest, watching a rooster in Harlem Mood: amused Music: someday we'll walk in the rays of a beautiful sun
Well I've gotten some...colorful emails based on my last post. While both men and women read a lot more into it than intended, both seemed to disappointed in me for completely different reasons. Primo Levi wrote in Survival in Auschwitz, that he carried a 100 pound soup pot because it gave him a few moments in the sun. A guard gave him the gig for Italian lessons. So Levi taught him Dantes Inferno 26, which has the line, Considerate la vostra semenza: fatti non foste a viver come bruti, ma per seguir virtute e canoscenza. Consider your origin; you were not born to live like brutes, but to follow virtue and knowledge.
Look, we're human. We're flawed. But we try. It's our redemption song. Dante and Levi both believed that we have some nobility somewhere - even after seeing their respective hells, yeah? Also, in some small way, I can relate to Levi. 100 pounds is nothing to see the blue sky.
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Monday, August 06, 2007 |
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Norwegian Wood / Hotel Logan
Location: 7AM yest, Park Slope, Brooklyn Mood: happy & pensive Music: We talked until two And then she said It’s time for bed
 I woke up somewhere in Brooklyn yesterday. For details, just listen to Norwegian Wood. It's accurate up to the part that goes I told her I didn’t; instead of lighting a fire, I watched Love Actually, instead of stumbling to the bath, I slept on her sofa and instead of her, I flew. It was a fun night but something that Sabatoa posted popped in my head at 2AM. I never think I should take what I can; I always think I should get what I want. You know, I never got her name or number. But she was 29. She had hazel eyes. ---------- My female friends often crash at my pad knowing they're as safe as houses. The local doormen think I'm on a tear. We know the truth. Her: I made it here without you having to carry me. Me: That's always a plus.
Her: ( in sleepy German) Will you be here when I wake?Me: I live here - where would I go?
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Friday, August 03, 2007 |
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Bye Betty
Location: 4PM yest, walking down Broadway Mood: content Music: I hope you're thinking about me daily
 I was supposed to do all these things yesterday. Instead, I went for a walk; cleaned up my pad; did some laundry; read some magazines; even cleaned out the fish tank. Felt normal again - well, as normal as I get. KG Betty is on a plane but we had a long talk before she left. She said she might visit Germany but she'd never move back. Her friends are all over the world now; home isn't home any more. Like me, she's working her way through the world. In 2002, I was supposed to attend the University of Dresden for a graduate program in Chinese Political Science and Law (I'm geek, what can I say). But then I met this chick... Ultimately, our lives are just strings of choices we make, like those Choose Your Own Adventure books from childhood. I think I got off schedule somewhere between Chapters Three and Four. But it's been hella fun. Well, Hello Weekend!Did ya miss me?
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Thursday, August 02, 2007 |
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Drawing a Blank
Location: at 7PM, going to the WestSide TenZen Mood: thoughtful Music: her eyes are as big as her bubbly toes
A girl I was seeing (past tense) invited me to see Grosse Point Blank with some of her friends and family on their roof and I've gotta say it was awesome. First of all, I love that film. If you haven't seen it, you must. I think it was the last great movie Cusack was in - Pivin was great in it too. Holds up to the test of time. I guess I also liked it because the whole experience was just fun. It's kinda disappointing when you meet and get along with someone's family and friends. You never just stop seeing the person, you stop seeing everyone they came with too. Names, faces, places? They all blend together to that soupy grey I hate so much. But, the bits I remember clearly? Those I love. And we both know I'll keep visiting them in my head. ---------- It's Rain's B-day. Not that you've ever remembered mine in a decade because you're a thoughtless bastard but, Happy Birthday!
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Wednesday, August 01, 2007 |
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Logan still hates mice and AT&T
Location: 7PM yest, heading west on the LIE Mood: sore Music: ni wang ji wo xing ming
Note to self: After a major car accident and a two-week cold, avoid fencing. Avoid...fencing. ---------- I've haven't seen my furry little houseguest in a few days, but the other thing I said still holds true. After nine years, I've left the devil I know and ended up with the devil I don't know, but already hate. Funny, it's sorta like my personal life, except with customer service, but just imagine... Voice: - To leave a message, press 1.
- To admit everything's your fault since we've met, press 2.
- To perform the traditional swapping of the stuff, press 3.
- To find out things you really don't wanna know but just gotta know, press...
I hope my 8/2007 is better than my 8/2006.
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