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Thursday, November 12, 2009 | |
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Me Again Location: on my couch Mood: refreshed Music: Please allow me to introduce myself  At the enda Interview with Vampire, we find out this once wild vampire's alive. But he's a shella himself - scared and scarred. Hold that thought. Contrary to what most people think, the fast food fight isn't between McDonald's and Burger King. McDonalds has about 31,000 stores across the world but Subway will have more than 32,000 by the end of the year. Cause during this yeara horrible economic times, Subway profits grew by 17%. It went from number whatever to number one cause it saw it's chances and took them. And Wayne Gretzky said that, You miss 100% of the shots you don't take. It's all about seeing your chances and taking them. There's been debate as to JFK's notion that the Chinese word for crisis is an amalgam of the characters danger and opportunity - but that doesn't make it less true a concept. Crisis's when y'can take your shots. The breakup, the theft, the car accident, my grandmother leaving, and the cancer scare took their toll on me. Once told someone that as a lawyer, a fencer and a kickboxer, wasn't afraida nuthin. But the last three years, was scared and scarred. Of everything (cept maybe the girlies). A body can only handle so many crises. Three years's enough to not take my shots, to be onea those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat. After three years, a twelveth of my life, not only am I home again, feel like I'm me again. Gonna be in DC over the weekend. Catch you next week. YASYCTAI: Take your shots. (0.5 secs/3 pts)  Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 4 comments ::
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Thursday, September 03, 2009 | |
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Twilight Heat Location: my new apartment, cleaning Mood: contented Music: "Come down now," but we'll stay I've tried my best to leave  Her: So what did the guy choose? My mind plays movies and television shows for me alla time cause, probably like you, I was raised by the cathode ray as much as anything else. William Shatner was in this episode of the Twilight Zone where he was on his honeymoon but was afraid to leave cause a mechanical doll kept telling them they couldn't. And he got it in his head that it was right. Thought about that this week and that scene in Heat where the lead can get it all - the girl, the money, the life, everything - if only he'd leave his old life behind. Just walk away from everything. But a need to equalize something kept pulling him to stay. The woman that stole alla my coin was seen this past week in NYC. And like that mechanical doll, the Devil rang me up and told me what I hadta do. Told him that I just wanted to walk away from it all and he said I couldn't. Do you know, exactly, what a billion is? A billion is a thousand million or 1,000,000,000. Lehman brothers lost 613,000,000,000 dollars. Kinda puts my six-figures to shame. Then again, it was my six-figures. One does get tired of having just chili and rum for dinner alla time. It's just the cards I've been dealt. And sometimes, y'gotta take your cards and let fate deal with the resta it all. Don't let anyone fool you, everything comes at a price. And, I've learned, if you let a thought bounce around in your head long enough, it'll drive you mad. Quite literally. Better to let it go. Besides, who're we kidding? I love having chili and rum for dinner. Me: He went back and shot the guy. Her: (waiting) And? Then what happened? Me: He lost everything he wanted - everything he really wanted. Her: I don't think it's worth it. Me: (smiling) Yeah, me neither. YASYCTAI: Isn't it hard to let things go. But y'gotta sometimes. For your own sanity. (apparently 36 years/3 pts) Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Tuesday, May 05, 2009 | |
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God help us - Ole! Location: my pad, all day Mood: sore-throat-y Music: is this the ceremony? I don't know, well I don't mind I'm sick. Not pig flu. Don't think. Just tired with a horrible sore throat. Send soup. So I've been reading and watching stuff. The above vid's prob the best thing I've seen in a while. I said once before, that being grateful is the key to not being broken. Sorta what she's talking about. One other interesting thing was from Heartgirl. She sent me this from the tiny government that manages to cling to political survival in Somalia - it's their response to the swine flu. SOMALIA: No capacity to deal with such pandemics due to the prolonged civil war and destruction of medical facilities. "We are not prepared for anything like the swine flu; we don't have the means to deal with it," Awad Abdi, adviser to the Somali Health Ministry said. God help us if it reaches here.... How sad and comical is that, all at once? YASYCTAI: Watch the vid, you'll thank me. (19.29 mins/1 pt) www.loganlo.com Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Friday, March 27, 2009 | |
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10,000 Outliers Location: 15:00 yest, a law firm off Grand Central Mood: quixotic Music: Heartgirl singing in Spanish  As I said, just finished reading Outliers. One very interesting point is that to be truly, truly skilled at something, you have to do something for 10,000 hours. Not cause someone makes you, but cause you wanna. 20 hours a week, say 50 weeks in a year, that's about ten years. Started this blog for a number of reasons. Onea which is to just write every day for public consumption. Cause when you write for public consumption, your writing's gotta to be better. Least it should be (see: Twitter/Facebook). Not saying my writing is actually good but it's the process. Been distracted from the process for the past year or so causa the theft and my business. But now maybe I'm back on track. Me: I'm calling to say, Thank you. For letting me out of the lease. I'm just curious as to why you did. Last time, had to go to court and it was painful. Him: (shrugging) Figured that with the market being like it is, you'd call me eventually. But you could have withheld rent or whatever, but you didn't. And you always kept your word - you don't know how many people tell me the check's in the mail and it never is. Your checks were. (pause) Plus I know about what happened to you. You deserved better than having that bitch screw you. So...I'm cutting you a break. Me: (nodding) Thanks. I do appreciate it. Him: No problem, Logan. I'll send some business your way when I can. You're a good guy. (holds out his hand) Good luck. I'm finally out. I'm free. Took me less than the 36 months I thought it would. Broke, but free. Deep breath. 10,000 hours. I'll be 46. OK, I'm game... ---------- ...and I finished my thesis... ...and I has new toof. YASYCTAI: 10,000 hours. That's what it takes to be the best at something. Whaddya wanna be the best at? (600,000 mins/100 pts) Labels: dialogue, hope, Malcom Gladwell, Outliers, story, troubles Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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Friday, February 27, 2009 | |
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Down from your fences Location: 19:14 yest, 462 Amsterdam Ave Mood: pensive Music: ain't gettin no younger Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin you  Heartgirl: (bursts out laughing) Those old ladies back there said, There's a sexy Asian guy! Me: I am! (turning to her) Kidding - it's only cause I've got such a lovely accessory... Her: (beams) Me: ...my cool leather jacket. Her: (laughs again) Yes, you're really popular with the cougars. Don't think I've ever gone this long without a single client calling me. Man, it's like death out there. Gotta tap into my last little bit of emergency coin but suppose this is emergency time. Been keeping busy trying to get some some things settled, though. The thesis, paperwork, continuing education. Lotsa stuff. Personal stuff too - saw my cousins last night. We never hang out. No reason, just don't. People think I eat a lot. These guys, these guys can pound. And they're all normal looking. Talked about our grandmother. They said, without trying to make me feel bad, that I shoulda seen her. Least said goodbye. Told them I couldn't. They said my mom sat all by her lonesome at the funeral. Somehow, knew that without them telling me that. Guess cause I do that too, sometimes. Told them that I'm closer to 40 than I am to 30. And I'm still waiting for my real life to begin. Man, how silly's that? YASYCTAI: See someone for dinner that you've been meaning to. (90 mins/2 pts) Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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Friday, January 09, 2009 | |
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Mental Health Break Location: 17:00 yest, finding parking on CPW Mood: hyper Music: blinked my eyes and you were in flight But I did not move, I just watched you fly away  Onea the things we saw in DC was a section on bomb shelters. Submit that my parents could outlast yours in a nuclear disaster. No snub against your rents, rather a testament to the hoarding abilities of my, curiously small, forbears. Know this cause I stayed over the other night and woke up hungry so poked around their pantry. That alone should give you an idea of what we're talking about; who has an actual pantry these days? Lemme tell you who - my parents. Let's just talk about the 100 packages of ramen there: at 536 calories each, comprised of mainly fat, white flour, and sugar, that's 53,600 calories, or enough to keep them each alive for 22 days. That's just the ramen. There's also the 10 pounds of instant oatmeal, the two 50-pound bags of rice, and the two dozen boxes of spaghetti - they don't even eat spaghetti! They also have three, count em, three refrigerators. Three. Some people hoard gold. Some fine art. My parents? Complex carbohydrates. God love em. Did I mention the three iceboxes? Though y'didn't ask, ended up cooking a frozen pepperoni pizza for four and killed it myself. Before you judge, also had an orange. Don't tell Heartgirl as she's ill prepared for how I eat. In other news, after the tease of a weekend in DC, decided to blow what little coin I've left on a vacation in some warmer latitude. First one in over a year. Perhaps not the most fiscally sound decision, but then again, I'm down six-figures and have a belly fulla processed cheese, so the heck with it. Let's call it a mental health break, yeah?  YASYCTAI: Plan a mental health break of your own. (120 mins/1 pt) Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Wednesday, December 31, 2008 | |
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Home Location: 10024 Mood: ready Music: Ive been up and down the highway In all kinds of foreign lands  Y'ever see The Warriors? That old school film from the 70s where that freaky dude goes, Warriors, come out and plaaaaay.... It was actually loosely based on onea my favorite historical stories. Lemme tell it to you: Long time ago, about 10,000 Greeks fought on the wrong side of a Persian Civil war. Mercenaries. The winning side said they'd spare their lives if their leaders got together, which they did (idiots) - course they were slaughtered. So now, the men are leaderless and hopeless. So they just decided to die. But one mercenary, Xenophon, stepped up and said, Remember who we are. We're warriors. If we're gonna die, we're gonna die like Greek soldiers - on our feet. And our feet'll be pointing home. So they organized and started the 2,000 mile walk home - that's like walking from Maine to Florida. In sandals. In enemy territory. Madness. But along the way, they went from sloppy, stupid mercenaries to disciplined Greek soldiers again. Relentless and brutal, they killed anyone in their way. Cause they were gonna get home or die trying. It was all about the trying. 10,000 men started the trip, 6,000 saw home again. The 4,000 that didn't make it died with their feet pointing home. That's why I love history so. Cause it shows us where we should be going. Y'know, I'm not actually Chinese per se; I'm parta this ethnic group called the Guest People. "Guests" cause we had no home - like the Greeks, we always picked the losing side in a war, far from home. All our stories, all our poems, have something to do with finding home. 2006, 2007, mosta 2008...it's like I was in foreign places, doing foreign things. Feel like I ran about madly, trying to find my way back. To what? I dunno. Also dunno what 2009's gonna be like. Or what'll happen to me or any of that. It's all just time and tide, yeah? But partly cause I'm clear outta scratch, partly cause I feel my teeth again, partly cause a boy can only drink so much red, red rum, and Spent way too much time the past three years on my knees. Is it: My fear is my only courage; my feet are my only carriage? Either way, it's right. Hello, 2009 - been waiting for you. YASYCTAI: Where do you come from? (120 mins/2 pts) Labels: hope, New Year's Eve 2009, traveling, troubles Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Wednesday, November 26, 2008 | |
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Thanksgiving 2008/Your dumb luck Location: in my black chair, staring that this screen Mood: hopeful Music: anything is possible  With thanks to perfect_circles. Colin: American girls would seriously dig me with my cute British accent. Tony: You don't have a cute British accent. Colin: Yes I do! I'm going to America! Tony: Colin, you're a lonely, ugly, _____. You must accept it. --- Love Actually If you're reading this, I'm guessing you've got running water. And, despite the countless articles that note that tap water's probably cleaner and better for the environment than bottled water, you've probably got somea that too. Little more than half the world has tap water. While we're on the topic of the world, the axiom's that 1% of the world has a college education. Dunno if that's true (in the US, it's about 27%). And you probably got a mobile phone, a fridge, and a tv. Hold that thought. On a distantly related note, I got ill, viscerally ill, hearing about the 13-year old girl in Somlia that was recently raped by five-men. And cause she reported the incident, she was buried alive up to her head in a stadium of 1,000 men per Islamic law. She screamed for her life as she was slowly stoned to death. They dug her up when they thought she was dead. But she lived. So they finished her with more rocks. As if that wasn't ______up enough, an eight year-old boy that tried to save her was shot to death. The kicker's that the men that raped her were not arrested. Lemme get to the point: the world is horribly, ridiculously unfair. You'd agree with me, yeah? But - and hear me out - I submit that the world is ridiculously unfair in our favor. Can't speak for you so lemme talk about me:
Someone wrote me once, how do you not be broken? After two months, I think the answer comes in two-steps:
This isn't so you can save the world, though that'd be nice. Rather - and I know this sounds strange coming from a barely sober nobody holding a tumbler fulla rum as I write this - it's to save yourself. Cause I read/know somea you. And I hear how angry and sad some (not all) of you are and, just cause you read me, figured I'd pay somea it back this way. The saying goes that Wisdom is seeing things as they are. I disagree. Wisdom is the seeing things for what they can be. Don't accept when people tell you that everything sucks. They're lying to you. Things suck, yeah, but you don't gotta accept it. Andy Warhol once said that They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself. That sounds about right. And I'm not saying don't stuff yourself silly over the holiday, and enjoy it. I know I will. Quite the opposite; enjoy it more knowing that you're among the lucky. The blessed. Your dumb luck. Said it before, God gave me everything. The thing is that I know it. And that's why I'm not broken. After you've had your holiday, try and make it a little less unfair. Ideally, yeah, do it cause the world's broken and you got a moral obligation to pay somea the extra you were given back. But if not for nothing else, if for no one else, do it for yourself - to make yourself a little less broken. Cause, maybe if you do that, you can see things for what they can be. Colin: Never. I am Colin. God of sex. I'm just on the wrong continent, that's all. YASYCTAI: Somehow return of that luck you have to the aether. (Lifetime / 4 pts - 5 if you let us know what you did) Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 7 comments ::
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Monday, July 28, 2008 | |
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You are a soul Location: in front of three computers Mood: worried Music: No need to say goodbye You'll come back  Me: I'm sorry, come again? How old're you? Her: 18. Me: (turning to WM) Yeah, I'm leaving. Spent Friday out with Gio and WM around the UES. Not my scene. Saturday morning, spoke with Heartgirl; that's a post for some other time. Saturday night, saw PCD. She did NOT heed my advice and was hung over so we spent a very nice quiet night in the UWS. Not been sleeping lately so I've been reconnecting with my inner geek and rebuilding my media center machine. For those of you that speak geek, built an Athlon 64 X2 with three hot-swappable SATA drives (500GB, 750GB, 1TB - the OS will be WinXP Pro SP3 on two RAID 1 IDE 85GB drives) an SATA DVD-RW, onboard 7.1 audio and built in DVI AND D-SUB ports. Dual displays running Snapstream BeyondTV and J.River Media Center cloned across a 42" HDTV and a 17" LCD. Housed in an ATX Thermaltake case with a 530W, semi-modular power supply. HEI has Syd so I'll take some pics when I get her back. ---------- Just found out that my grandma's in the hospital. Was supposed to see her when that woman stole all my money. Y'know when someone talks 'bout selling your soul, or whatnot? That irritates me. Cause you're not a body with a soul. You are a soul. You just happen to have a body. She's no dainty grandma; she's tougher than DeNiro and smokes more than he does. But her body's betraying her and there's nuthin I can do 'bout it. She gave me my eyes. I wanna hit something. Labels: dialogue, discussion, family, troubles Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Thursday, July 10, 2008 | |
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Oh...cm'on! Location: My office, wishing I were outside Mood: wistful Music: Our hands are covered in cake But I swear we didn't have any  Realized as I went through records that I may be the oldest person in my entire condo building. Still, although it's served with a big slice of lemon, at least my blue sky's back. ---------- Heartgirl dropped me a line recently. Isn't weird how the more you don't want to think about someone, the more you do? HEI's going through some rough times but I told her that rough times are when you find out what you're made of. Rough times cut away the fat of your life to see the muscle underneath. On a related note, while we're both attracted to each other, we're solidly in friends camp for our own reasons. Hopefully we stay in each other's Venn Diagram. BEG is off on vacation so I don't think I'll be seeing her any time soon. Finally, PCD and I saw each other recently. In addition to being a cake decorator, she also has an anthropology degree so we've some interesting conversations. Her: Today I made an onion - tomorrow I'm making asparagus. Me: (laughing) You're so non sequitur. Her: I'm totally sequitur! Me: It's ok, I like non-sequitur. Her: So one physical marker of an Asian is the shovel shaped incisors - the insides of your incisors are scooped.Me: (feeling the inside of my teeth with my tongue) Well, look at that. (pause) Cm're, lemme check out yours - for purely scientific purposes, I assure you...  Labels: blue sky, dating, troubles, venn diagrams Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 5 comments ::
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Wednesday, July 02, 2008 | |
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Crackers Location: 21:44 yest, getting whacked w/a stick in the UWS Mood: sad Music: and it breaks my heart, it breaks my heart Remember that deal that Sheridan wanted to know if I wanted in on? He closed it with RE Mike and it was just reported in the NY Post. I'm super happy for him but...damn, damn, damn, damn, damn. It's the third deal that Sheridian and I didn't do together. The first, I made bank but he missed; the second we both missed. This one? $15.85 million. Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn. Hate being this poor. Hate always worrying about scratch. Was about to have a pity party when I read that Ruslana Korshunova jumped outta her Manhattan building in a suicide. Stopped me cold. She was wealthy, beautiful, successful...and 20. What troubles would be so big at 20 that you'd swan dive off a 9th floor building when, externally, you got it all? I dunno. Hate suicide stories. Something's always waiting round the corner. True, sometimes it's fail, but sometimes it's win. Regardless, you hope and you hope. Cause, statistically speaking, 10 outta 10 of us are gonna get our tickets punched - so why'd you ever wanna rush the matter? It'll come sooner than you know it. Admittedly, it's hard to go from caviar and crackers to just crackers. But really, I got no complaints; don't have enough fingers to count all my blessings. Plus, when a girlie says she wants to spend some time these days, I'm (fairly) confident she does it for the company. I mean, she's certainly not doing it for the crackers, yeah? 800.SUICIDE / 800.784.2433  Labels: depression, sheridan, troubles Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Friday, May 16, 2008 | |
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No troubles Location: in my office, looking at the rain and thinking Mood: grateful Music: I regret every single thing I ever said, I said those things too softly  Her: I think I have you beat. Me: I doubt that. Her: (deep breath) Well, when I was in high school, my prom date raped me, got me pregnant, and, causa my dad, I got married causa it. Then I had a miscarriage so I was a divorcee before I went to college. He divorced me - can you believe that? Moved here, became a model. Now I throw up at least once a day so I can pay my rent and I hate, hate, hate men of every type. Can you beat that?Me: (shaking head, pause, lean in and give her a kiss on the cheek) Her: Why did you do that?Me: I dunno...thought you deserved it. (she laughed, then frowned and nodded) Didn't give her my number or ask for her's, and paid for her drink, which I never do. There's this comedian that says that children are a man's receipt; children are the canceled check that proves that we were here. The stuff you hear about happening in China is horrifying, isn't it? 22,000 to 50,000 dead with 169,000 injured. But it's actually even worse than that. With the PRC's One Child Policy, bloodlines and family lose everything. For those that lose their one child and they're too old to have kids again, they've no safety net to take care of them in their old age. Their history ends with them; they've no connection to the future. They've no child to love. Can't imagine how that must feel. My father once said that he loved us all before we were born. That didn't make sense back then. I'm getting sued (again). I'm working 12 hour days for negative returns. There's stuff I don't tell you about. But really, I got no problems. I got my life, my family, my rum, and the occasional girlie for company. It's raining here, but in my head, there're blue skies. Told you before, yeah? God gave me everything. Hope you have an amazing weekend. Labels: dialogue, discussion, family, troubles Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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Still on your side Location: 20:00 yest, dinner with the family Mood: fat 'n content Music: My yesterdays are all boxed up and neatly put away  Got some win so I bought a donut. True, it was a whole wheat donut but a donut nonetheless. ---------- My ex and I spoke the other day. She's moving from the NY Times to onea the other NYC papers. Just as well, it's weird opening up the Saturday paper and seeing, not just her stuff but two of the three men she saw after (and during) me. Never blamed her for leaving me - I was a lout. Just had a problem with how she did it. Then again, thought she was made of awesome but I never showed her, so really, who's fault was it? Which brings me to a conversation I had yesterday with someone else entirely. Her: You're mean. Question for you: Does the person you're with cut you slack or pounce on every screwup, real or imagined? In other words, is the person you're with on your side?Her: What do you mean, on my side? Me: When I was a little kid, my mom brought me to the doctor for a shot. She lied to me to get me there. I was furious. Thought I hated her and told her as much. Made her cry. Thing is, (a) she knew info I didn't know and (b) she was on my side - meaning, she was looking out for my best interest, even though I didn't know it. What if the two were true for me to you; would that change what you think about what I do and say? Don't answer, just a random thought. Harder question, are you on theirs? Don't answer. Just a random thought. Wonder what mischief I can get myself into this weekend.  Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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More Spring Location: in my jammies, working from home Mood: hopeful Music: It's alright, baby's coming back (make it easy on yourself)  Her: How can I help you? Me: What's the biggest burger you have? Her: Um...I guess the triple Whopper with cheese.Me: Huh. Can you add another patty on and I'll pay for that? Her: You want a quardruple whopper? We don't...I don't have a button for that. I could charge you for another Whopper and you could stack that on top.Me: Well that's just silly. The triple Whopper is $5 and the regular is $3:50. How about this, why don't you throw on two chicken patties and I'll pay for that. Her: OK, so you want a Triple Whopper with Cheese and two Chicken sandwiches but just the meat stuffed into the Triple Whopper.Me: Yes...and a diet coke. Her: (bursts out laughing) I take it you didn't have breakfast.Me: Oh no, I did. (pause) Why? My birthday's coming up. You should all chip in and buy me a defibrillator. On a positive note, may be close to settling with the IRS. Still need to come up with some coin but nothing near the $25,674 they initially said. Wanna see it in writing before I'll believe it. Could use some win. Getting hit on a lot again - don't think it's so much me as because it's spring. If not for spring, I think there'd be a lot more single people in the big city. Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Easter Weekend 2008 Location: on a new leather couch that's not mine Mood: so very tired Music: pressure pressure pressure AAAAAAAhhh...pressure pressure pressure  Won't be posting much this week. Getting audited. I've got 24 days to come up with $25,674. I really dunno how much more pressure a man can take. Life's...stressful. ---------- Friday I saw Hazel and her pretty friend, Helen. We chatted about life and love out in the wilds of Long Island. Then I drove them home. The weekend was off to a good start. Until the letter above came in Saturday morning. Gio rang me and said we had to go out to a party in the Upper East Side. A party in UES's like a party in the wilds of Long Island. But I went anyway. Glad I did. I met a beautiful Sexologist who refused to kiss me. Her: You have to work for it. Me: (laughing) Fair enough. Of course, she was 23. Not a pescatarian and not from NJ, though - Philly. We called it a night at 4AM and she told me to look her up when I was in her part of the world. Me: If I go, can we get a cheesesteak? Her: Cheesesteak's a must. Rolled out of bed a few hours later and worked non-stop. Paul and Hazel wanted to buy me brunch and Rain wanted to shoot me dough but charity and pity ain't my thing. Rum's my thing. Stopped so I could make church on time at at 16:30; stayed until 19:45. Was walking home when I ran into lovely Jenny. Coffee and conversation? I asked. She nodded and we went to a bookstore where I told her about my life. And she told me about her's. She said her dramas seemed small compared to mine. I shook my head. Heartache doesn't work that that way - there're no absolute values of pain. Anyway...let's actually plan to do this again instead of leaving it to chance, I said. She laughed and we left. Hopping into my whip, I raced across the city see the woman I love most in the world. When I arrived, she beamed and gave me a huge hug. Her: How was your Easter weekend? Me: Coulda been better, mom. Coulda been better Gave her a kiss on the cheek and went downstairs where I sat by my lonesome. Took a deep breath, bowed my head, and asked for some grace and mercy. I ate, washed and took some poison to sleep. Coulda been better but coulda been worse, I guess. I told you, yeah? There's always more room for down.  Labels: New York City, NYC, random meetings, single life, troubles Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 4 comments ::
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Bit Player Location: 20:00 yest, leaving office hating life Mood: indescribable Music: On silver stars I wish and wish and wish  Talking with my mom about the situation. Her: Are you worried? Me: (nodding) Yes. Her: Don't be scared. Are you scared? Me: (nodding) Yes. Her: But you're gonna be alright, right? Me: (lying) Yes. Her: (satisfied) God will take care of you. Here's my fear. What if I'm the bit player? Take the story of Job. The story is that he suffered, but through his suffering, he lived the remainder of his life in happiness. So it worked out, in the end, somehow for him. But one of the reasons he suffered was because his kids all died. They were the bit players in Job's story. It didn't work out for them at all. We don't even know their names or anything about them. Nothing. Maybe my rotten luck is just for the benefit of some greater thing. I dunno. I'm going to the doctor for the fifth time tomorrow for something I've not mentioned yet because...my life's already so insane. I keep wondering if it's the lions' turn to win. The worst part of it all is that my mom's so worried already. I can't tell you how that makes me feel. Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Friday, December 28, 2007 | |
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Scurry Location: in front of the tube, with a Coors Light Mood: better Music: Hielten sich fuer schlaue Leute  ---------- Up and out at 7AM. Worry, worry, super scurry. Finally stopped at 9PM. Hate, hate, hate. Tired. Too tired to go home so I went to see the rents. Ate lunch at 9:30PM. Was beat but my dad said, Let's watch a little more of The War. So tired but I said, OK. It's not like I sleep. In the middle of part three, where the Marines were at Tarawa, he asked me to pause it. He said, "Y'know why I came here? To America? Because if I was born just 10 years earlier, I would have had to kill Americans. I would've had to hurt this country I love so much. But I was lucky. I just missed all that. I wanted to go to America. I said I would be brave because I was lucky." I don't know why but that made total sense to me. It made my day slightly less craptastic. Midnight. Guess it's time for dinner. Subscribe! |
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Secret Project II Location: 22:30, yest., hitting something on 72nd Mood: better Music: I don't care...As long are you're here A brief break from Bachelor Cooking, just to keep you on your toes. Thanx to Seemore for putting our last vid up on her cooking page; to ouijacat for sending me the above and prodigallyyours for her nice words - I was feeling craptastic because I spoke to my grandmother recently. Me: Something's come up. I can't come. Her: It's been almost five years. (long silence) You promised. Me: I know, (clearing throat) I know.I felt murderous but Johnny's traveling and Bryson's busy so I spent Saturday working with my coach, Koshen. I also just walked in from fencing. Y'ever just wanna break stuff? Man, I wanna break stuff. ---------- Seemore reminded me that I've got a project in my head. Remember the last insomnia driven project I had? It turned out well, I thought, and now I need volunteers again. Involves drinking so drinkers and foodies welcome. More practical than art. If you wanna help, shoot me an email: logan607 at hotmail. Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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