this morning, as the boy climbed back into bed, he said, "happy easter!"
since he just came back from the bathroom, my sleepy ass heard, "i am the peester!"

dork.

shortly after midnight last saturday, there was a fire two buildings down from our apartment. living in our neighborhood, we have become desensitized to the sirens, near or far. we're in close proximity to a fire station and our street is a 'fire alley' in that they use it to quickly get downtown. the building directly across the street from us has ( Read more... )

on muni, yesterday afternoon as we snaked around the tenderloin. this lovely exchange between a large asian woman to a small, latino man

lady: will you please stop breathing on me, senor ( Read more... )

there's been a real nasty flu taking folks out left and right. i got hooked up about two weeks ago. when i realized that i was coming down with something that had some real stank on it, i honestly felt...a bit trendy! what a dork. i don't like having the virus du jour (v.d.j.). i wanted to have something extra on it. mo flava! seriously, what's ( Read more... )

in the lbc, it's kinda hard...being lil old me

in the mean and between time, this makes me smile something wide.

http://image.guardian.co.uk/sys-video/Media/video/2005/01/27/golfgti.mov

walking to work was the suck this morning. i am fighting the good fight against whatever bug is trying to invade my body right now (sniffle, sniffle). i feel like i have no muscle tone whatsoever. i'm just a bag of flesh and bones trying to hold my head up through the TL. i feel dry, scratchy and stuffed up on the inside; dewy and feverish on the ( Read more... )

i'm a habitual crusher. in high school, i was crushing on someone by the hour. they were the tops at the beginning of class but by the end they were whatevs again. my crushes could be deflated by anything...slow reader, bad breath, didn't know how to rock a baseball cap, flared nostrils, they laughed at a pretty girl's faux pas...really anything. ( Read more... )

got to be in it to win it

ever notice that the winners of the publishers clearinghouse sweepstakes always live in fat ass houses with huge brass door knockers? as a city kid that grew up in split levels and apartments, it's just so foreign to me. not to mention unfair. what are the chances that the prize patrol would bring their balloons and giant ( Read more... )

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have lived through a crazy last couple of weeks. glad to see them up in the rear view mirror now ( Read more... )