Um so, I'm not here anymore. Had you noticed?

It's weird with all you people that keep coming back. I mean, I'm flattered and everything, but seriously. If you really think you haven't had enough of me yet, you should think twice. And then head over here for some more ( Read more... )

I had grown a beard and was sporting cobwebs from every extremity before the phone finally rang.

The Yellow Cab dispatcher cheekily announced "You're in luck!"

Luck?!? I have been phoning any and every cab service in the city all day* without getting through. My finger hasn't left the redial button for the last two-and-a-half-hours and my little ( Read more... )

What I want(ed) for Christmas:

- A digital camera.

- A vinyl copy of Lou Reed's Transformer- A job ( Read more... )

I'm so excited to see if I'll end up in the Snark section of next week's Coast after tonight. Yay more negative publicity controversy for the Marquee.

I'm sure those of you who are local have by now lost your patience with the absurd ongoing debate (the rest have, conveniently and thanks to my blogging absence, missed the whole thing). Why won't ( Read more... )

There's a convoluted little story here somewhere. If only it weren't six-thirty in the bloody morning.So, there's this pot and this kettle, all right? And the pot said to the kettle - I bet I know where you think this is going - the pot said, "But, I mean, discomfort is a side effect of things being interesting, isn't it ( Read more... )

Two months, and counting. No internet access.

November is lonely. I wish I had words and time. The oncoming winter is tangible in everything. I wrap myself in anonymity like a cocoon; I want to be warm and safe rather than reckless and free, right now.

When I come back, it will be loud.

Oh my lord, are you still here?? Did you miss me? Did you toss and turn in your bed at night, thinking "o dear o me what on earth is she up to"? Have you been eating well? Etc ( Read more... )

The cops next door are gone ( Read more... )

Hi. Did you see me on the six o'clock news today, awkwardly sticking up for my neighborhood in the midst of crackhouse ear-slicing lunacy? They edited away everything I said that was even remotely articulate. I swear. Never trust a reporter ( Read more... )

Never once have I ever cried at work before.
And nothing even happened. Nothing.

You think I'm lucky? You think I'm somehow exempt from the rules? Why? Have you never met people who laugh hysterically at funerals ( Read more... )