Time to shake things up a bit in my life. It's been at a standstill too long and nothing like the present to move my ass. Here's the plan ( Read more... )

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Where I exit the subway on my way to work (40th Street, SW corner) is a shuttered store. It had operated for a while as a stop for candy bars, fresh popcorn, hotdogs and tee-shirts. It was a weird jumble of goods and I wondered about the owner's desperate need to survive. I hoped he would. I started buying power bars there, but I've since laid ( Read more... )

recently, the doc and i lowered the dosage of one of my meds in order to increase my brain power and pull me out of this fog I'm always in. Well, the last few days I spent (mostly) curled up on the couch doing nothing but sleeping or trying to sleep. I called out yesterday because I just couldn't face the gaping mouths of guests needing and ( Read more... )

"To be stupid, and selfish, and to have good health are the three requirements for happiness; though if stupidity is lacking, the others are useless." Gustave Flaubert ( Read more... )

Come on down and bust a lung.

The Original Punk Rock/Heavy Metal Karoake Band

Club Midway

25 Avenue B (between E. 2nd/E. 3rd)

10:00 P.M.

$5

www.punkmetalkaraoke.com

I am developing expensive tastes. I was never much of a label girl and still am not. I don't understand why everyone wants the same Coach bag or Ed Hardy shoes. But then again, I'm strutting around town in a pair of NYC de rigueur knee high black boots that I paid $400(!) for. But let me back up: In September my brother came to town and ( Read more... )

I turn 41 next month. 41 fucking years old and I'm just not ready for it. It's so...so mundane, middle aged and well, fucking old. Last year was a milestone, so celebrating it seemed like the thing to do. Plus I do have the added bonus of not looking it, so I got some satisfaction telling my friends, acquaintances and strangers my true age. ( Read more... )

but last night I had a table transferred to me b/c the other waitress went home sick. I went check on them and asked how they were doing. The man replied something along the lines of, "We are well, the investments are fine, the children are grown up and out of school. The only problem is the dog. He's acting a bit off, do you have anything for ( Read more... )

has a new shade called "I'm not really a waitress". I'm wearing it now on my fingers and toes. It's a shiny red and it's got me to thinking, "If I'm not just a waitress, what am I?". See, I always believed I would grow up to write and I've always written plays, short stories, essays, etc. but now depakote, whilst saving my life, has knocked the ( Read more... )