Monthly Archives: July 2007

The sun is unforgiving. And all I wanted was a large Diet Pepsi. They poured the drink, and I realize that all I have is a hundred dollar bill. “I’m sorry, it’s all I have, can you change a hundred?” … Continue reading →

My room’s disaster! There are clothes and shoes all over the floor, wires spider-webbed across the carpet, candles knocked over, and photographs spread all over the entertainment center and nightstand. Also, we just had an earthquake. According to the news, … Continue reading →

I’m as sick as a dog. My temperature’s hit 101.5. Fahrenheit, that is. That’s about 38.6 if you’re nasty. I mean, unamerican. Actually, I may have meant both. Who can tell? My brain’s in the broiler, so I may not … Continue reading →

Sometimes, it's so hot outside, I don't even feel like going out to smoke. When nicotine's not incentive enough, you know it's pretty hot. I'm still a bit stuffed from lunch, so I don't really feel like doing much of … Continue reading →

Chilling at the Big Apple Deli. Salad and a burger, Diet Pepsi. They know me here, I should probably just give them my schedule and they could have my lunch ready when I walk in the door.

Sitting outside, with other modern day pariahs – in a secluded little area out of the sun, complete with ashtrays, and those wire, food- court seats that leave checkerboards on the thighs of anyone confident or stupid enough to wear … Continue reading →

The sink is full of no dishes. It’s a little disgusting, really, I don’t mind telling you, but on any given day, we’re likely to have more dirty shotglasses and coffee cups than plates or bowls.