Argh! Camera Obscura is playing live and free tonight at the South Street Seaport at 8PM.
Was planning to stay in tonight for the first time in months just to prep for the exam but these guys are so awesome.
Should I go? Man, I’m so torn…
Location: about to run out the door
Mood: confused
Music: I’ve got my life of complication here to sort out
But my car is totaled. There was a picture up there but I deleted it because I’m trying to forget it.
Instead, here’s a picture of the blue sky.
Thank god the girl I was with, who was in the passenger seat, was wearing a seatbelt too because she’s fine too. I had just met her.
I’m still a little muddle-headed.
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Thanks for all the kind words. I’m going to make an appointment with the doc today.
My neck’s a bit stiff but hopefully that’ll clear up.
I just spoke to the girl; she went to work but is leaving early because she’s going to see the doc. This was only our second date. At least we’ll both remember each other vividly.
Well, in a way, this is a good date story, no? We both walked away almost completely unscathed.
On another note entirely, I was actually sleeping well last week.
Last night…not so much.
Location: 1:30AM, sitting on a curb in Harlem, praying
Mood: freaked out
Music: When i look at my life, oh me, oh my
…and played hooky for an hour. Met up with a young lady for lunch.
Now back to the grind.
Have a great weekend everyone.
See you Monday.
Location: <15 mins, under the blue sky in the UWS
Mood: awake
Music: I gotta do something About where we’re going
Don’t want to comment on all the tragedy; there’s enough. So, here’s four happy/stupid:
Him: Hey, I wanted to wish you a happy b-day. By the way, I’ve got some good dirt.
Me: Sweet, hit me.
Him: Remember when I told you that I ran into your ex out here?
Me: Vaguely…
Him: We totally hooked up. I mean full-on.
Me: (pause) How is that good again?
Him: I meant for me.
Me: (…)
Him: Why’s everything about you? Oh, there’s my ride, I’m out. Happy Birthday!
Me: (…)
I’ve decided that hope is good.
Thanks for the hope.
Location: on my birthday, in the UWS, swinging sticks around
Mood: happy
Music: built my life around you but time makes you bolder Even children get older
No real entry today but that doesn’t mean that I won’t entertain as I was recently on a game show, which you can see above.
I’m just being lazy. Don’t judge me, I’m sick.
Speaking of sick, would someone please send me some soup?
Location: @3:00 PM yest., on 95th & Broadway shutting a vault
Mood: Still sick
Music: leftovers with mashed potatoes No more candlelight
I humbly submit that the poets are wrong when they say that the sweetest words are, “I love you.”
The way we use it these days (“I love that place;” “I love that show;” etc) cheapens it a lot.
December 2006 has been a horrid month for several friends of mine – some suffered the worst shock one can get, others had lesser shocks that still brought them to their knees. Five days ago, I got a call from a girl I only met once who said that she found out her boyfriend cheated on her. I got the call only because I was close by but I’m ok with that.
Four days ago, I got a call from a very close friend of mine who told me his mother passed away.
The time from Thanksgiving to New Year’s Day is usually the best time of year for me. The best time. It’s so sad.
When my breakup happened, I called my brother, my sister and my friend Tommy.
I’m surprisingly toungue-tied at times where people’s hearts eat them up from the inside out. I think I’m at my best when I keep it simple and say what my brother, sister and Tommy said in one way or another:
I’m on my way.
Now I submit that those words…those words will make a grown man cry.
Location: @7:20 on Rt. 3, going home – like old times
Mood: sad
Music: Baby’s got blue skies up ahead but in this I’m a rain cloud
