Day Three at the Twisted Sister's, and she is getting on my last damn nerve.  All she does all day is screech at the children and run around like a brained loon, and when it's finally time to put the kids down, she retreats to her sweltering patio and sucks down a stinky clove cigarette (the equivalent of meth clinic treatment for female ex-smokers ( Read more... )

I've been staying with my sister and her offspring in Long Island since I got back from the wedding Sunday night, acting as the stand-in Man of the House while my brother-in-law is away on business.  This of course is at great inconvenience to myself, given that my Ghettoplex landlord has kindly agreed to tack on a free week to my rented stay as ( Read more... )

Finally caught the Six Feet Under episode that I missed on Sunday-- the show's winding down to the finale, but it's still mass producing enough melodrama to remain interesting.  Damn, I'll miss it when it's over...

So, I finally have a closing date for the big move-- August 5th.  This is when myself, my parents (who are generously co-signing my ( Read more... )

Yuck, that last post was totally uncalled for.  Not only was it icky-poo and maybe a little more revealing than I'd like to normally be, but it was also scatterbrained and poorly written.  Maybe I was still hungover this morning or something.  I'll make it "Private" and spare everyone who hasn't seen it yet.

Before the debauchery began last night, ( Read more... )

At my folks' house, once again.  Last night was a belatant dual birthday celebration for myself and my father, at which point my sister finally acknowledged our existence.  She bought me a garbage can as a birthday/housewarming present, which I suppose was apropos-- I didn't even notice what she got my father.  Since the birth of my beloved twin ( Read more... )

Thanks to all who responded to my writer wannabe questions that I posted a few days ago.  I received a wide range of responses, which pretty much made it OK for me to decide that I am allowed to go about this whole writing thing my own way-- there is no method set in stone.  Maybe I was already supposed to know that, but sometimes you just need ( Read more... )

Meme, courtesy of jodimelancholy :

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Last night I attended yet another send-off to a departing co-worker, this time at a strange Karaoke bar on Canal St.  Impeccable renditions of tarty-pop ditties and disco standards were delivered by all the queens, and the ironic indy-hipsters tried really hard at statement-making with their takes on New Order, Snoop Dogg and Black Sabbath.  ( Read more... )

Well, I was going to rant about my sister today and how much of a borderline psychotic she's become, but the boiling bubble of rage that's churning inside of me right now is forcing me to discuss a loser kid from my hometown that will henceforth be known only as Scrub, for reasons which I will make clear.

Scrub went to my high school and was also a ( Read more... )

I am tossing around an idea for a novel in my head, and I am not an experienced writer.  I am posting these questions on my own LJ and on the Prime_Liquor community, which may not be entirely appropriate but I trust the opinions of the associated individuals.  So if you are an experienced writer or a potential writer, or just a wonderfully opinionated person, ( Read more... )