Thursday, May 06, 2004
Tuesday, May 04, 2004
Run like the wind
Yesterday, I was plodding along writing and felt trapped in my room. I decided to break out and get something, anything from the kitchen. I step into the hallway and am confronted by a giant bug. It was as big as Mothra. So, I do what any self-respecting female does in that situation; I scream my bloody head off. So it charges me. I keep kicking it back and it's rearing up at me. Very bad horror movie. I screw up my courage and leap both feet on it, screaming, "die warpig die!" I hear a terribly squishy crunchy sound crackling under my feet.
I was afraid to move. I stood there thinking that the minute I lift my shoes off the behemoth, it'll go for my jugular. The cat stared at me, shook his head and stalked away.
I was afraid to move. I stood there thinking that the minute I lift my shoes off the behemoth, it'll go for my jugular. The cat stared at me, shook his head and stalked away.
Saturday, May 01, 2004
Quick escape from transcribing....I'm hiding out here for a minute or two. Anyways, forgot to mention as I was stomping home this week from a club (one of the shows I attended in NYC) I passed a couple standing by railing of a subway entrance. I should say the girl was leaning against the railing and the guy was encircling (or trapping her). She kept moving her head to the side, trying to avoid his, and I hear him say, "Oh c'mon, I'm not the first guy you've kissed."
Idiot award to her for not kneeing him in the balls.
Idiot award to him for saying that phrase out loud.
Two desperate people on a weeknight.
Idiot award to her for not kneeing him in the balls.
Idiot award to him for saying that phrase out loud.
Two desperate people on a weeknight.
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