I had forgotten how bad the Bad Bar used to be. Sure, it was still bad, even after the new owners took over, even after Hot Jason and Hot Nancy evacuated the premises, maybe even after they took down all the boobie stickers. Perhaps the Badness had soaked into the bricks of the Magical Wall […]
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
I just started another semester, with the dreaded literature class, the ones I now have to take because it’s all I have left before I finish the Masters and continue on to demanding to be called Doctor Weetabix (or Doctor Pretty Pretty Princess would also be acceptable). It’s not that I dread literature classes, really. […]
Esteban was aghast when I mentioned that I had written about our neighbor’s racist comments, and asked if I had also mentioned that he snowblows the sidewalk for the entire block. Basically, Esteban just wants you to know that the neighbor is a very nice racist. He probably only cleans off our walks because we’re […]
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
When Esteban asked me what I wanted to do all weekend, I replied “Get my life back in order.” Which sounds really new agey and inspirational, but honestly, between the holidays and the sickness and then the trip, I have felt as though I was in some kind of weird holding pattern. Also, the Christmas […]
On Saturday morning, I overslept, a drastic difference in the previous night, in which I had woken every hour on the hour to make sure that I hadn’t overslept. I also think the nighttime cold medicine I had taken before bed may have had something to do with it. I hopped into the shower and […]
I used to have a crazy old teacher in high school, with iron bosoms that hung to her waist and blondish white hair and eye bags that could have doubled as parachutes should she have needed to make a hasty escape from the third floor. Some people hated her, but I loved her, even though […]
Thursday, January 11, 2007
In another lifetime, I might be calling myself a New Yorker right this minute. At 18, the plan was to get through college and move to NYC and work for a magazine or something in publishing. Something. Anything. I loved New York and it was, I had decided, where I belonged. And then I met […]
When last I wrote a real entry (which is just to say that the video editing involves a lot of finessing for a very brief money shot), I mentioned that Esteban was sick and I was terrified of catching it. In retrospect, I’m thankful I had started editing that video a few days early and […]
