This is my first day back from a week of vacation, and it is really hard to be back. I guess that's because my vacation was not exactly what you would call relaxing. Surreal is apt description. My friend Rita came out to visit for the week and I was so looking forward to her trip to DC. Sadly, nothing went as planned, and I feel really badly ( Read more... )

I just came across a person with the name "Robbins Pancake" and am pretty sure I need to use that as a character name when I write a book ( Read more... )

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I finally decided this last weekend that a majority of the vitamin intake in DC comes from occasion fruit piece stuck in an alcoholic beverage. Produce in DC is horrible and expensive, and so most people I know just avoid the stuff. Green vegetables? I'm not paying $5 for a head of wilting lettuce. So when out at a bar this last weekend, I ( Read more... )

Check out my Morality! 72% liberal, 28% conservative
Check out my Morality! 72% liberal, 28% conservative

Check out my Morality! 72% liberal, 28% conservative

One of the people I hang out with a lot in DC says that the only reason to go out is to create stories. Each time you go out, something usually entertaining happens, and that should be your motivation. As it often takes a lot of motivation (not to mention money) to haul my ass out of Virgina and in to the district, the creation of stories usually ( Read more... )

Check out the picture of me on the front page of the Metro Section of the Washington Post.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A17248-2004Feb5.html

Hee-hee.

Um. Does anyone else feel like Doogie Howser when typing out a journal entry? Call me old-fashioned, but I've always kept a hand-written journal before this.

I feel like I should end each entry with a little piece of wisdom that I've gained in the last half hour with a little help from my friend, Vinnie DelPino.

Tina and I went to see Lost in Translation this weekend (which was really good) but the overall experience was marred due to an embarassing incident. As Tina and I went to go buy tickets to this rated R movie, the person at the ticket counter asked to see our IDs. At first I thought this was a movie theater that served alocohol. There are a ( Read more... )

So my friend Brian is making me fess up to the real reason I started a journal. It is all part of an intricate cyber-plot to steal Brian Davis's plaid pants that I took a fancy to over a year ago.

I feel much better now that's off my chest.

Ahhhh....