February 2009
11 posts
Thank goodness for 90 minute conversations with paul.
January 2009
7 posts
Dreams of my dwindling bank account, picket fences, GRASS, and a sassy turtle who does NOT want his picture taken.
Some guy is using a fitting room to try on jackets. What the fuck?
“I’m thirty-nine years old. I’ve got a wife that I can’t get...”
– George Orwell, 1984
Apparently whisks dont exist in astoria.
stuck on the 4
In between Brooklyn and Manhattan the train I’m on stops. Forever. Someone is on the tracks, the conductor says, we appreciate your patience. I drunkenly wrote the following.
It’s Jan 1st 2009 I am on a 4 train stuck because some asshole INJURED himself at bowling Green. If I took a cab I’d be home by now. I had to buy a single ride metrocard cuz I forgot my card runs out...