Sunday, July 24, 2005

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Friday, July 22, 2005

Thursday, July 21, 2005

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Friday, July 15, 2005

Christ on the Cross

Feeling like a big ball of stress. This blog kind of put me in the hot seat yesterday. As my life is want to be the situation was more funny than lame, but it could been so lame! En plus, all of my co-workers are wanting to check out the blog now. So what's up...Dana. Rachel. Vadie...hehehe.

Now I feel like I can't talk about certain things...really I can I'll just have to write in code. But I suck at that sort of thing. I'm like a paper bag trying to hold water.

Thursday, July 14, 2005

Like I shouldn't be blogging at work, but fuck it...

Ok if my office mate is chatting online to her boyfriend, then I'm gonna blog. So...I just scored all 26 episodes of Cowboy Bebop! What?! I can't tell you how stoked I am. Working in the Bronx has been intense. Did I tell you about the baby in a cage at this one place we're working at? Ok, so the baby wasn't in a cage, but little dude was well on his way to being animalized. So, I'm walking across the street to see what exactly we'll have to be doing .... oh christ I'm getting kind swamped...laters...ok I'm back. I'm gonna blog for the last 15 min before I head out to site.

So anyway I'm walking across the street and I see this cute baby in the window. As I get closer...little dude's face is covered in Pringles Chip dust, his diapers are all busted, and he looks generally like shit. Next thing I know he's spitting at me. Fucking spitting at me! Easily the most horrifying thing I've seen in my life. This experience is nothing like working at the shelter in East New York.

I'm kind of stressing about the the gig...too much work...too little time...really it all has to do with the fact that I have to split my time between the office and site. Fridays look like they are going to be long days. The horror...


I worry that being salaried in gonna turn me into a total square. Like no weekday mayhem...no cussing...no nothing. Yeah yeah I work with kids, but I'm still me dammit. And kids these days don't need some g-rated hokey shit. They need mitigated transparency. Ok for reals this time I'm out. I gotta clean up my work area and then split for the Boogie Down.

Monday, July 11, 2005

What a barn burner...

Good god, it has been a helluva month and a half. The owner of the company where I was a retail fairy has offered to fly me out to a large city on the west coast. Hopefully, I'll be leaving at the end of the month. It also looks like I am going to cancel my jazz trio birthday. Samer will be back in town around that time and a major bruhaha will be going down at Pran's. I like him...a bi-sexual Indian doc by way of Arkansas...I love this city.

I finally spent a day at the crib. I cleaned a little bit...drank a little bit...I blew a shit ton of cash on DVD's. What the fuck is Region 1? Apparently, I bought Sex, Lies, and Videotape as Region 1 DVD. It wouldn't play on my DVD player.

There were a number of hotties out at the various parties I hit up. Can I just say that I love Australian ladies. They are so raucous and lovely...just like Texas women. Christ things are heating up at the office...it's looking like I might have to split soon.

There's a new hottie gainfully employed here...tall...speaks Portuguese...you can still see the gangly adolescent in her features...delish...

You know if the truth be told...I'd do all the ladies of the office with the exception of my immediate superviser and the CFO. Working with all women is kind of wild. Very wild in fact.


I finally left the city weekend before last! It was so needed. I went out to a friend's beachhouse. It was so lovely...the beach was amazing...I hadn't been out to the beach in ages...like years...
En plus!! I fucking got sunburn...that shit never happens to me...ever....the world is done for...black people don't get sunburn...we're fucked.