Ah this little corner of cyberspace seems to have gotten a bit musty in my absence. My apologies (not that anyone complained).
What news is there...?
I'm still swooning, albeit more inwardly due to the mockery of several persons who shall remain nameless, and I'm still vaguely-sort-of-maybe seeing this boy who lights up my geek light, which is exciting.
My job is still unfortunate, though I entertain myself by behaving derisively to my immediate superiors (which will undoubtedly get me into trouble someday).
I had a hand in verbally and mentally knocking a Jersey skank upside her mall hair (I hardly know him, but I know Anton deserves better. MUCH better).
I've celebrated a series of birthdays and managed, aside from an awkward bit at a pool hall, to maintain the social poise, tact and decorum you all worship me for.
I still have no permanent residence, but that should be settled by the end of the month at the latest.
I don't appreciate the warm weather nearly as much as everyone else seems to.
There really isn't much to say, I just wanted to write again before the nemesis neglect had her wicked way with my tiny bit of space.
- Idiot Prayer:optimistic
- Song to No One:"God's Hotel"- Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
So here's an interesting tidbit.
I don't think I have mono.
My throat feels fine and the rest of me isn't aching the right way for me to be diseased.
Which begs the question; what the fuck?!
Either I never had it, and was instead reacting to some other ailment, or I have somehow managed, through a perfectly proportioned combination of drinking, smoking, and unspecified reckless behavior in complete disregard of my own well-being, to render myself uninhabitable to even the most malicious of diseases.
In other words:
and also, certain parties don't get the satisfaction of singing refrains of my illness.
- Location:Kyle's house
- Idiot Prayer:confused, but not ill
- Song to No One:"High and Dry"- Radiohead
My horoscope this week, courtesy of The Onion:
"Gemini: Although he will pick up the check at dinner, cover your movie ticket, and shell out for your cab ride home, it is you who will ultimately pay for this week's date."
I can't think of anything more appropriate.
In other news, I have mono.
- Idiot Prayer:viral
- Song to No One:"Missed Me"- The Dresden Dolls
I take back what I said about sleeping with non-New Yorkers.
It was wrong of me to form a bias just because someone had the misfortune of growing up in the suburbs.
Besides, Upstate kind of counts right?
- Idiot Prayer:enthralled
- Song to No One:"Lips Like Sugar"- Echo and the Bunnymen
| The Misfits |
This is where you belong in the annals of punk history!
| You're pretty cool but sometimes the problem is, is that you know it. 9 times out of ten, you are the life of any party you go to, just be careful not to put your logo on everything you can. What you lack in substance, you more than make up for with style and flare. You are definately one of a kind, but don't let it go to your head... oh yeah, I probably wouldn't want to mess with you or tell you this to your face. |
| My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: |
|You scored higher than 99% on wild apathy|
|You scored higher than 99% on pissed off|
|You scored higher than 99% on comically evil|
|You scored higher than 99% on socially aware|
Seriously though, I'm going to stop trying to sleep with non New Yorkers.
They just don't seem to get it.
I'm just so glad I didn't suffer through a night in high heels...
Leave your name and:
1. I'll respond with something random about you
2. I'll challenge you to try something
3. I'll pick a color that I associate with you
4. I'll tell you something I like about you
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of
7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on yours (you don't have to but you can if you want to)
- Location:Laura's Apartment
- Idiot Prayer:weird
- Song to No One:The Raconteurs- "Intimate Secretary"
So, Jack and Eggs was ridiculous. I'm not talking off-Broadway ridiculous, I'm talking off medications and rampaging with knives ridiculous. I'm going to miss Kyle terribly when she's not around...
Margaritas in Tompkins Square Park were also exciting, as was the ensuing ice fight and making out with Tony...again (without the added benefit of a soundtrack by The Killers this time).
I'm not feeling particularly adroit at the moment, but I will say that I love New York pizza and Ionesco, and I want to go drink water like it's my JOB!
Working the register is so weird and so different from working the sales floor.
But at least now I know how to do both, which makes me twice as useful as I was before.
Not that that makes me particularly useful, but it helps.