( gratuitous swearing and catharsis )

the most depressing thing MIGHT be that if i'd just bellied up to the bar and stayed away from Dr. Tongue Depressor and her $1.50 Tylenol capsule, i'd feel the same, but i'd be $254 richer OR it could be that after a week and a half of general yuck i'm still not well enough to enjoy a shisha on this most beautiful of evenings, BUT what i'd really ( Read more... )

bah. Whine Imminent. Prepare yourselves

i'm sick; this sucks. sore throat, achey, generally poopalicious all 'round. stayed home from work yesterday ('cuz as much fun as infecting the office might be...) and should be home today, but too much to do. that sucks. you're supposed to stay home when you're sick. i remember in grade school not ( Read more... )

quiet weekend, all told. saw The Queen with Maestra - good piece of cinema ESPECIALLY if you're an anglophile (not that i am, particularly). though i'm sure the movie took liberties, i never realized how distraught Britain was with the death of Diana; the movie suggested this was a national catastrophe, one which had the power of potentially ( Read more... )

whirlwinded back from Italy (Venice is idylic; Florence elegant; Rome grandiose) and straight into work. !it's 40 hours by Wednesday or Bust! even though this isn't what i want to do ad infinitum (a greater revelation than it seems) it's nice to have a full schedule - more than boring work, i can't stand boring down-time. ?ADD anyone? more ( Read more... )

alright kids, i'm off to Italy. back in 10 days ¡see you on the flip-side!

jusy got back from one of the rizziest bars in Miami - the Sky Bar; place looked like a "10001 araian nights" mortuary - billions of billowing, drab and dour draperies . THREE drinks cost $80 - one of wchih was for my boss so !i'm expesing that shizzibizzle! no one smokes, in the entier company, it's un-bloody-canny. (be impressed at my ( Read more... )

snapshot: i'm 104, and yet i still feel the acne-shrouded thirteen year old as the other centenarians easily prattle on about the cost of tea in China. i'm going out for a pipe and G.G. gimlet, ¿who's with me?

oh yeah, the town's gorgeous. that's it, i'm up and moving to the seashore, really, ¿what's the point of living anywhere else? more

no time recently to do much of anything outside of work (of course, i've overcome these time constraints by not sleeping - weee). lotsa early morning meetings. was able to hang with some good friends though, saw Smokin' Aces with two awesome ladies, Sun's Sis and Accountramatrix. it's really good, Piven was fricking AMAZING (as was everyone else ( Read more... )

ending books leaves me quiet. i try to play a clever game with the chapters. as i near the last 200 pages, i'll break my reading periods into smaller and smaller segments until i become truly desperate: reading only a page, or so, a day. but the pages dwindle; my will to sit and lovingly, reverently, slowly engage the reality falls to my need for ( Read more... )