On (or Close to) Schedule
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
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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
Going to post a lot this week because of 72nd to Canal. If you can help us pimp it out in any way, that’d be much appreciated.
Above is Episode 1, part 1 – the rest are coming along.
Had quite the weekend; I was out every night except for Sunday. Saturday, I was at the same roof-deck, with the same friends as in one of my very first posts. Wow, I was chatty then. No rum, so I got a little sick. That, and I think I ate my body weight in carbs.
Sunday, I ran into an old friend I’d not seen in years after church. He’s the fourth guy I know going through a breakup. Must be something in the NYC water supply.
Or maybe, like I thought, it’s just spring cleaning.
I was wrong, this summer is a lot like last summer.
This week, I’ve got plans every night single night of the week. Some professional, mostly just social.
Well, at least I’m not bored.
Location: my own apartment, thankfully
Mood: exhausted
Music: I can’t seem to get you off my mind
Got a gig to go to fancy dinners and chat with rich people.
Him: You really don’t know? They want you because of how you look.
Me: (surprised) You’re kidding me. What about my resume?
Him: (shrugging) Didn’t even look at it. You’re meeting Ed Koch on Wednesday. Free up your nights, wear a suit and don’t bring a date. Oh…don’t get fat.
After a breakup, I tend to get hit on more. Even Gio noticed people looking at me tonight. I think it’s the lack of sleep, plus, I don’t eat much when I’m single. It’s nice but my hands are shaking again.
I’m usually the icebreaker of my friends. Some of them (not Gio) “love” the women I’m with but the moment I’m single, they tell me things like, “Oh, I never liked her,” to get me back in the scene.
Ugh. I hate that. I hate gossip folk.
My exes weren’t perfect but I was with them for a reason.
Speaking of which, The Ex stopped by unexpectedly on Sunday night to pick up some of her things.
For some reason, she looked in the fridge. All it had was protein shakes, rum and PB&J. She laughed when she opened up the freezer and saw the Mac & Cheese and all the veggie burgers.
Wish I could tell you something terribly interesting happened when she was here. She looked amazing. But I’d be lying.
You know, I could survive on protein shakes, rum and PB&J.
Maybe even just the rum.
Location: @8PM, my favorite dive bar w/Gio
Mood: irritated
Music: Then I’ll just be waiting here right here
Someone just sang to me. It was very sweet. It just happened so I guess I’ll write about it later.
Spent the day returning to my normal life. Last week was…interesting, to say the least. I think my earliest night ended at 1 AM. Here’s a brief recap:
Quite a week – it’s only Monday and I’ve already a song in my head.
Wonder what’s in store for me this week?
Location: @11:36 PM yest., on the phone in my pad, listening
Mood: grateful
Music: It’s bad enough we get along so well
Hello! I am 34 and trying to find my way through the world; if you’ve already made it, won’t draw me a map? I’m here and I’m trying to get there.
When I sober up tomorrow, I’m sure that’ll all make perfect sense.
Until then, I have my red, red rum to help me forget all the other colours.
Then again, if I had a better story, would I be writing this to you?
Location: some small bar in some small world
Mood: inebriated
Music: hold on Just give me something
I cut my hair finally because we shot all my scenes for 72nd to Canal. Psyched. I hated that haircut.
To continue in the vein of my Monday post, my friends have been mocking me incessantly about how I hold my left hand when I stand. It’s worse when I’m out and about.
I never noticed it until they mentioned it. I think it’s because of my fencing class because I don’t do it with my right hand.
Speaking of my fencing class, I met this brown-eyed girl outside of it whom I’m sure is from NJ:
Her: (concerned and eyeing what’s in my hand) I’m sorry, do you live here?
Me: No, I take a fencing class here. Don’t worry, it’s not real.
Her: (relieved) Oh, that’s great, do you like it?
(15 minutes of conversation later)
Me: I’m sorry, this is going to sound like a weird question, but are you a vegetarian?
Her: (laughing) That is a weird question! I’m actually a pescatarian, that means…
Me: (nodding) …you only eat fish. Right.
Her: I’d better let you get to your class, Logan. See you around?
Me: See you around, Jen.
I won’t be seeing Jen around.
Location: on a green twin-sized bed
Mood: full
Music: faded jeans I hope you get your dreams Just go ahead
Quite a weekend.
Friday I spent quietly at home because I went out Monday and Thursday of last week.
Saturday was a different story:
I’d put in more details but I’m still trying to remember them.
Been running into ex-girlfriends in the oddest of ways. In a manner of speaking.
At the speed dating thing, I met a girl that knew my first girlfriend. She told me that my ex was still single. For some reason, that didn’t surprise me.
The birthday party was full of girls that actually stayed at my house 10 years ago, (wait for it) for a church retreat sponsored by my third girlfriend. They’re all about 26-28 now. Quite weird. They told me that my third girlfriend is married, pregnant and happy. I’m glad to hear.
I just got home about 15 minutes ago and in my in box is an email from another ex-girlfriend from Europe. She’s going to send me some pictures of my time in Europe. She’s a sweetheart.
My past likes to visit me.
It’s fine.
I enjoy the company.
Location: @1AM, lying on a red bed listening to the rain
Mood: thoughtful
Music: our possible pasts lie in tatters and rags Do you remember me?
I can’t believe no one sent me soup.
Despite my better judgment, just walked in the door from a night with the guys. I took the long walk home to clear my head and sober me up. I got in at 2AM on Monday and now 3AM on Thursday.
I’m turning 34 next week, I’ve gotta stop with these mid-week late nights. Then again, I don’t really work but that’s neither here nor there.
So, here I am in front of my computer trying to get some things done and my thoughts drift.
I’m feeling philosophical, what with the volume of chemicals in my system. As I said before, all of life’s problems can be traced to health, wealth or relationships. We all have holes in our worlds that go through one of those routes.
Now, I’ve got a hole in all three. I’m trying to fill them as best I can but they seem un-fillable, sometimes. Timing.
Speaking of which, another girl – whom I’ll just call Caligirl and let you guess why – and I were orbiting back in December. We never got together because of my situation back then and I ended up with someone else. Now – well, now, I’ve got a new situation on my mind. She’s nice enough but I’m trying to clear my head.
Her: Hey, I heard you’re seeing someone.
Me: I was. Past tense.
Her: Oh, well…that’s too bad. Not that it’s related (laugh) but, you free for lunch this weekend?
Me: (pause) I’d love to but I think I’m sick. I’m also…working through a few things.
Her: (sigh) Yeah…you’re always working through a few things.
Yeah…I’m always working through a few things.
Location: @2AM, grabbing an uptown train at 14th
Mood: tired
Music: if it’s all the same to you I love you oh so well Like a kid loves candy