Today’s Mother Teresa’s bday. A few months back here in NYC, there was a controversy cause the owners of the Empire State Building refused to light their building blue and white for her birthday, which made some of the local government – the city council – upset.
Fast forward to this week when the owners needed help from – you guessed it – the city council to block a new rival building from competing with it two blocks away. The vote was 47-to-1 allowing the building to go up.
See what happens when you don’t pay attention in grade school?
Me: Hi there. Her: (looking through camera) I got you. Me: (laughing) Alright. Point it down. Her: I have your entire head in the frame. Me: OK Her: (four seconds later) OH! (laughs) Me: Yes? Her: Yes.
Me: The answer’s that you’re not a stalker. Him: What? Me: OK, she told you it’s over, yeah? So you talked to this other girl. The issue’s that she said, It’s over. Then she came back and’s all pissed that you went on with your life.
When a girl says, No, y’gotta assume she means, No. After all, “No” means “No” is the anti-rape and anti-stalker saying.
And I believe that; it took me a while, but I totally believe that. If a girl says, Leave me alone. Guess what, y’gotta leave her alone.
But it cuts both way – she can’t use that logic as a sword and a shield.
She can’t say to you, Y’should have known I might come back.
Cause isn’t that what a stalker says? (She said “leave me alone,” but really she meant “try harder.”)
Isn’t that what a rapist says? (She said “stop,” but the way she was dressed, she really meant, “I want you.”)
Me: What do guys say to you that you hate most? Her: That’s easy: A pretty girl like you should smile. Swear, another guy says that when I’m trying to catch the train, I’m going to deck them.
Had quite the weekend. Still sorting out details but it’s a doozy. Spent it at the W Hotel in Hoboken, cause it’s nice to get away from the basecamp on occasion, even if it’s just across a river.
Went across another river yesterday to see the rents in Queens yesterday. Ate at an all-you-can-eat buffet, which, for a secret fatty like meself, is just this side of awesome. Spent mosta the day yesterday trying not to crawl under my desk and take a nap.
Lotsa birthdays this week; went to my buddy Kung’s, which was a lot more sedate than two years ago.
My bro turns 39 this week. I turned 37 earlier this year, which made me think that he had to go through his first two years without me.
He musta been so bored those first two years.
Random thoughts; random day. We’ve got many rivers to cross.
YASYCTAI: Go through that pilea papers. (60 mins/1 pt)