On (or Close to) Schedule
…and so fiscally irresponsible.
But it’s because I’ve been having the WORST DAY. Besides, I’ve always wanted to take up photography. So now’s as good a time as any, I suppose.
I’m totally gonna regret this tomorrow, aren’t I?
Location: seething on a couch
Mood: angry
Music: while I’m away Dust out the demons inside
He was the absolute nicest guy. I also met Governor Hugh Carey and Queens Borough President Helen M. Marshall but it was more interesting for me to meet Koch because he was the mayor I remember from childhood.
Look terrible but I’m jazzed. It’s a pretty cool gig.
It’s blurry in my head, but the picture’s clear, so I know it happened.
Sometimes I’m not sure.
I’m sleepwalking through my life again.
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Whether or not I join a board (and I put up a profile just to see and it’s getting weird already), I’m sure I’ll still be able to entertain you with my offline ridiculousness.
Me: I’m sorry, where’s the bathroom?
Her: Around the corner there. See the sign?
Me: What sign?
Her: That sign, the sign with the little guy where it says “Men.”
Me: Oh, I’m sorry. I’m still learning to read. I’m up to “X” though, so I’m almost there.
Her: (pause, confused, then laugh) Smart-ass.
Me: (laugh) You’re a little argumentative.
Her: No I’m not!
Me: (pause) Yes…you’re not argumentative at all.
She asked me for a card. I told her I didn’t have one. Really didn’t.
Plus, she wasn’t my type and I’m just too tired to even attempt to be entertaining.
I need to sleep.
Location: in my childhood bed
Mood: cranky
Music: I’m not the man they think I am at home
Went to yet another wedding recently.
Met her almost 14 years ago in Taiwan and she’s been there for me through some of the worst times. I was happy to be there for one of the best. Another friend of mine was there that I’ve known for almost 20 years. He’s two years younger than me with three (3!) kids.
My closest friends and I don’t talk or see each other very much. Just the way it is.
But whenever we do, it’s like no time has passed.
Isn’t that the way with old friends?
Speaking of which, my character on 72nd to Canal is named Lorin; there’s actually a real Lorin who’s the opposite of the character I play. He’s the nicest and most humble guy I know. We met at the same time and place I met the girl that got married yesterday.
Sunday was the real Lorin’s birthday.
Not that he reads this blog (not that anyone does), but:
Taipei, Ocean, Santa Monica, LA, my fine city… Man, ain’t it been a trip?
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Question: What is your opinion of online dating boards?
The girl that got married met her dude on a board. Plus my friend CindyE said: All the cool kids are doing it.
I’ve always wanted to be part of the cool crowd.
Location: @7:30 yest., church
Mood: hungry
Music: I’m eating home alone on a Friday night
I know we never talk;
Or take walks,
or even write.
It’s strange – we’re strangers.
We live separate lives.
But secretly
Location: -1 hr, all over the UWS
Mood: busy but happy
Music: I know we’ve all had a bumpy ride
I’ve been busier than I’ve been in ages. I can’t explain it.
If I knew I’d be working so much, I would have just gotten a job.
GEEK ALERT: On a different matter entirely, and related to my last post, I was thinking of getting a PDA phone and was looking up software options when I came across the Pickup Line Generator 1. Just imagine:
Me: Hi…um, hold on a sec (fumbles with phone).
Her: Um…
Me: Hold on, hold on…um…no that’s no good…not a redhead…haha, funny but…no. Oh wait. This is good. “Can I borrow…?”
Her: (interrupting) Um…I’m gay. And a pescatarian.
Me: Of course you are.
Somewhere, someone is paying $37 to embarrass him/herself completely.
Sucker.
I do it all the time without paying a cent.
Location: Broadway, putting another pretty lady into a cab
Mood: pensive
Music: You’re the best listener that I’ve ever met
Had coffee late the other night with a girl I met just last week. Here’s a discussion I had with a friend when I got home.
Him: Hey, you’re back. She seemed really cool.
Me: She was. But, we both decided not to see other again.
Him: (surprised) What? Just like that? You guys seemed to get along really well – she’s pretty, smart, an omnivore, AND an insomniac. That’s right up your alley.
Me: I know, I know, I know.
Him: Politics?
Me: Interestingly, no…just a…personal choice I made that she disagrees with.
Him: Have you really thought this through?
Me: (thinking) Probably not. But she has my digits, she knows where to find me. Plus, maybe I’ll call her if things change with me.
Him: (pause) Man, you’re a self-sabotaging bastard.
Me: (sigh) I know, I know, I know.
Location: 7PM yest, 1345 Ave of the Americas
Mood: disappointed
Music: Time on my hands Could be time spent with you
My kid sister got married recently. I guess she’s not a kid anymore. Two weddings down; two weddings to go.
Short version: She got a letter one day from a boy she’d known years ago. He told her he wanted to meet up with her. She didn’t know why, went to see him, and he said he wanted to date her. They married less than a year later.
My insomnia has made my recent history a bit blurry. Feel slightly cheated that nothing in life is very sharp or clear.
Names, faces and events all blend together to a dull, soupy grey.
But for just a little bit, it was as if someone turned up the volume and brightened the picture; I could see that she was happy.
In the scheme of things, it’s more than a fair trade.
Location: -20 mins, saying goodbye something on the UWS
Mood: grateful
Music: in my youth or childhood I must have done something good
Had a really late night (again). Scrambling to catch up. Insanely busy.
Last part of 72nd to Canal above – so sad. Pimp us!
Met a designer as well as a writer last night. Interesting. The writer’s a non-NJ, non-pescetarian/vegetarian, local girl that’s under 5’7″.
Well now, wonder what that means?
No time to figure it out now.
Location: @3AM, on 5th Ave and 48th Street
Mood: insanely busy
Music: Shucks, for me there is no other You’re the only shoe that fits
Thanks to everyone for watching our 72nd to Canal and spreading the word. We really appreciate it!
Met three women tonight at a party I went to with Hazel. One is a story for much later, if at all. The other two:
Brooklyngirl
Her: She your girlfriend?
Me: No dear, I love someone who doesn’t love me.
Her: Whoa, that’s a lot of…(hic).
Me: Excuse me?
Her: Sorry, I have the hiccups.
So, because I was pretty lit, I put my rum down, turned and kissed her.
Her: (surprised) Why’d you do that?
Me: Are the hiccups gone?
Her: (pause, laughing) Yes.
Me: Well then, you can buy me another rum then.
Dancergirl
Me: So you’re from New Jersey? Are you a vegetarian?
Her: I’ve NEVER been asked that before. No, but would it matter?
Me: (shrugging) Not even close.
Her: So what’s your story?
Me: I’m a pretty, straight boy in NYC looking to drink until I forget things. You?
Her: (thinking) I’m a pretty, straight girl in NYC looking to drink. Buy me one?
Me: No. I’m not that guy. But I’m good for other things.
Her: Like what?
I would say more but let’s leave it to your imagination.
Location: about to get ready to run in park
Mood: sleepy
Music: If I don’t get some shelter, oh yeah, I’m gonna fade away
I’ve had the worst sleep schedule these days. Plus I’ve got a full social roster this week. Luck of the draw, really. I decided not to go to the Ed Koch banquet and instead meet up with some friends for a small social thing. I’m sure Ms. Right will be somewhere in that banquet, however, I’m a mess.
But I digress.
Topic from last post: girlie. Here’s the interesting thing about her:
But she is NOT from New Jersey. Ah, something different. She is, however, from another country. Just my luck, eh?
The next girl I meet will just eat nuts & grass and live in Istanbul (or Constantinople). I know it.
Seriously, I need to know: Is it me?
Maybe it’s my cologne.
No, it must be me.
Location: in the office you see in the first part of the sitcom
Mood: insanely busy
Music: I’ll be out Fast as I can, maybe late but at least about