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	Thursday, April 16, 2009


	Eject, eject, eject Location: 14:00, yest. spitting in Queens Mood: pained Music: and who needs love when there’s southern comfort? Her: So the first and second molds didn't come through. (pause) So we have to do it again. You're very brave to do it without anesthesia. Me: (sighing in dentist's chair) Nvave, oke. Evexpensivecmup. Her: (removing tube) What? Me: Not brave, broke. I've expenses coming up. Do it. Don't mind me if I cry a bit. Y'know how I always say that your friends're mirrors to yourself? They're also the thermostats to your mental health. They're the ones that pull you back and go, "Dude, what are you doing?" It's why nutcases like Ted Kaczynski live by themselves in the woods. The running joke between my friends and me's that I beergoggle. They always whisper into my ear, "Eject, eject, eject." And I always go, "Really?" shrug and bolt. Figure that I'm about 27.3% rum most weekends (by volume, not weight) so I should listen to them. With mobile phone photography technology being what it is, they're right more often than not. Not all my friends eject when we tell them to, though, which is another running joke. Another thing I believe's that if three of your friends tell you something, unsolicited, it's probably true. Like if three friends tell you that you're acting like a jerk, chances are high, you're acting like a jerk. A buddy of mine's all bent outta shape about a girlie that we all roundly believe isn't worth his time. And yet he keeps trying. He insists that this is different, that she's different. But we both know she's not. It's not. He just needs time to sober up to see it. No worries. I'll be sure to mock him once he comes up for air. It's what friends do. ---------- Don't wish me a Happy Birthday just yet. One more post tomorrow. YASYCTAI: Get dental. Dental is totally worth it (60 mins/1 pts) www.loganlo.com Labels: dialogue, friends, rum Subscribe! Permanent Link :: 2 comments :: Links to this post :: Posted by Me @ 12:12 AM ::



	Thursday, March 19, 2009


	Oatmeal or gruel? Vicodin or Rum? Location: 15:07 yest, getting drilled in Queens Mood: more ouch Music: sings a song Sounds like she's singing oooh baby Her: Let's get going to see the dentist. Me: OK, just lemme grab my keys. (sound of cloth ripping) Um, I think I just ripped my pants. Her: (shakes head) I'm going to wait upstairs. Had my second root canal today. If you're contemplating getting one, reconsider. They are not nearly as fun as you might imagine. Visit three of nine. Know what you never wanna hear your dentist say? Well, that's unusual. That's what y'never wanna hear your dentist say. Assistant: Do you want more novocaine? Me: (muffled) God yes. Actually been sleeping better, what with the quantity of drugs in my system. But when I'm not, I'm reading Outliers. Probably his best book - and I liked the other two. Y'should read it. We'll discuss when I'm not so cloudy. Saw my mom for dinner. Her: You're coming home for dinner? (thinking) I'll make oatmeal then. Me: NO MORE OATMEAL! Instead, had rice gruel and 10,000 year old egg. So. Painful. Least it wasn't oatmeal. To add insult to injury, evidently washing down vicodin with rum is strongly discouraged. Which means I gotta choose which pain reliever I love more. Me: ...sorta felt like a hammer slamming into my tooth... Brother: (interrupting) Y'know, using the words hammer and tooth in the same sentence results in, one would say, dubious enjoyment potential. On the plus side, I'm gonna see me some Fleetwood Mac tonight. But first I gotta prep breakfast. Two guesses what I'm having. YASYCTAI: Eat more oatmeal - (a) because why should I be only one that has to and (b) it's good for you. Keep telling yourself that. (50 mins/1 pt) Labels: accident, clumsy, dialogue, family, rum Subscribe! Permanent Link :: 0 comments :: Links to this post :: Posted by Me @ 12:09 AM ::



	Monday, January 26, 2009


	Vacation Location: the rents for the holiday Mood: ready Music: My city or mountains Stay with me It's 20090125. My vacation's over. Got some rest. Happy Chinese New Year. It's 20090124. Pulled into port early. Too tired and dead to walk so I hop a cab to my pad with enough rum to supply a navy. It's 22 degrees. Water Harold. Say Hi to George. They're silent but I think they missed me. 212 emails. Damn email. Wrestle. Stumble to a party at Gio's where I meet a 22 year old French girl. No lie, ask Paul. But I've the girlie I want most so smile politely and stumble home. Just before I go, see a buddy get her digits. Someone's always playing the game. It's 20090122/23. Spend two days at sea. Which sounds like a chore but there's this German saying that goes, Gutes Gespraech kuerzt den Weg. Season 1 of Dexter doesn't hurt either. It's 20090121. Arrive in Tortola. It's 84 degrees. Not much to see so after 45 minutes, walk back. Another day, another sandy beach, but learned why the chicken crossed the road, and almost bought this. Didn't. Got some sun on a deck before we headed home. Over dinner, Heartgirl and I discuss religion. Wanted to tell her that Blaise Pascal once said that Men never do evil so completely and cheerfully as when they do it from religious conviction. Didn't get the chance. But it's true and a good quote, so I'm telling you. It's 20090120. Arrive in St. Martin to go SNUBA-ing. Didn't cause the diver said visibility sucked; cool dude - most guys woulda taken our dough and taken us for a ride. So we had three rum drinks, a Clara and an argument instead. No little umbrellas, though. Crashed the Hilton beach by the sea where I got crashed into some rocks by the sea. It's 20090118. Arrive in Antigua. Not much to see, so after 15 minutes, walk back. If I ever did drugs, this would be my place. But I don't; I do rum. Note to self: See a rum factory. Another day, another sandy beach. Got a new camera a while ago. Sorry. Meant to introduce her: Clara. Learned to play 500 Rummy and taught Heartgirl how to play ChoDaiDi. It's 20090117. Arrive in St. Thomas. It's 76 degrees. The waters are a blue that you can only imagine. They've mobile service there so I ring up my brother who's trying to figure out his love life. Someone's always playing the game. 37 emails. Damn email. Sit by the salty sea and watch the elusive NJ Hoochie Mama perform her mating dance. The target NJ Guido isn't impressed and takes flight. It's 20090115/16. Spend two days at sea. We wake up every morning at 6AM, have breakfast (carbs), work out, and eat a second breakfast (protein). There's this saying that goes: Good conversation shortens the travel. Sounds better in German. Found out today that, round where we left yesterday, a pilot landed a plane on the water. Good. NYC deserves some win. It's 20090114. Water Harold. Say Bye to George. They're silent but I think they'll miss me. Zero out my emails. Damn email. Too awake and alive to take a cab so I walk to the docks on the UWS with my bags in tow, dreaming of rum drinks with little umbrellas. It's 17 degrees. It's 20090113. My vacation begins tomorrow. Hope I get some rest. YASYCTAI: Couldn't read anyone's posts while I was gone. Tell me what I missed. (10 mins/0.5 pts) Labels: blue sky, rum, traveling, vacation Subscribe! Permanent Link :: 0 comments :: Links to this post :: Posted by Me @ 12:02 AM ::



	Friday, July 18, 2008


	Talk. I'd listen Location: 8:19, trying to figure out what to clean first Mood: excited Music: so few come and don't go Everything here, I say to my friends in real life; it's why Jill thought I was giving her lines when I was just being myself. One thing I tell people all the time is: drink rum. Seriously, do me a favor this weekend and one night do nuthin but pound rum. Mojitos, Captain n Coke, aged rum on the rocks with a slice of orange, whatever - just don't drink any other type of alcohol. Drink one glass of water with a multivitamin fore you sleep and see how you feel the next day. No hangover. Plus, note that you'll feel "happy" versus "angry." Those same two chemicals I told you bout last time not only give you that nasty hangover but also make you an angry drunk. The beauty of rum is when you go on a bender, it only lasts that night. The next day you're just as productive as you woulda been had you not been on a bender at all. Rum. It's nature's perfect drink. Another thing I say to people all the time is Proverbs 27:17, which goes Iron sharpens iron, so friends sharpen friends. The people you surround yourself with are your mirrors to the world. It's also why it's painful when people leave your Venn Diagram. You dull a little when they do. Interestingly, that bible quote was in an article on relationships in the NY Times. The article notes that more marriages are killed by silence than by violence. It's harder than you might think. The talking. Her: My thing is that I just lose interest in people. You know how when you just want someone gone and you don't even want them to say anything? Ever? I hate how that feels. Me: (slowly) More than you know. Her: Yes. So that's why I wanna go slowly. I'm getting ahead of myself by trying to stay behind. Does that make sense? (pause) We don't have to stop talking yet. You could talk. I'd listen. Me: OK then, let me tell you a story... Labels: church, dialogue, discussion, rum, single life, venn diagrams Subscribe! Permanent Link :: 4 comments :: Links to this post :: Posted by Me @ 8:39 AM ::

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