My Absence
Working! No joke. I am terribly sorry for the lack of content. I've just [hopefully] weathered a BIG recession-related storm at work - working, literally 24/7. I have plenty of thoughts in my head. . . And will return to writing.
And don't you worry, I am still crazy, so the content will have my usual flavor. And I still have the worse luck and/or involve myself in the most unusual things ever.
Thus, I still get stranded on the side of the road returning from a secret trip to D.C., that becomes not-so-secret when someone post a "nice to see you" on my facebook. I go out to play sports and odd things happen like I end up guarding a prodigy 6 or 7 year old kid who makes me look foolish (soccer - I'm not that good anyway).
I still party and party on no sleep, so things happen like waking up fully dressed in coat, hat and shoes and/or waking up having not quite made it to my room (can't... i mean refuse... provide more detail).
I still live in New York City, so things happen like I almost get urinated on by a vagrant peeing out of a bank (you know the room where the ATMs are?, I guess people sleep there when they can get in -- and dare not exit to use the bathroom...but at least have the courtesy not to use the bathroom inside). I also commute to and from Newark, NJ - I've seen a woman backhand her 3 or 4 year old kid; I've seen a guy try to fight another guy who was in a wheelchair; I've seen hoodrats dancing to music coming from their PHONE.
I still talk to random people on the street, so get caught up in many things that should and could be easily avoidable like getting a massage in Chinatown at 1am (NO, there was NO happy ending)... or having to explain to a 20 year old kid at a concert how to get a drink from the bar without me buying it for him directly because I am too scared to lose the bar card that I don't even have yet because I've never taken the time to get sworn in.
I blogged this stream-of-conscious style after reading a comment from my dear friend Taylor Foss, who I dedicate this entry to. Thanks for lighting the fire under my arse, Taylor. I hope you are well!!!
And don't you worry, I am still crazy, so the content will have my usual flavor. And I still have the worse luck and/or involve myself in the most unusual things ever.
Thus, I still get stranded on the side of the road returning from a secret trip to D.C., that becomes not-so-secret when someone post a "nice to see you" on my facebook. I go out to play sports and odd things happen like I end up guarding a prodigy 6 or 7 year old kid who makes me look foolish (soccer - I'm not that good anyway).
I still party and party on no sleep, so things happen like waking up fully dressed in coat, hat and shoes and/or waking up having not quite made it to my room (can't... i mean refuse... provide more detail).
I still live in New York City, so things happen like I almost get urinated on by a vagrant peeing out of a bank (you know the room where the ATMs are?, I guess people sleep there when they can get in -- and dare not exit to use the bathroom...but at least have the courtesy not to use the bathroom inside). I also commute to and from Newark, NJ - I've seen a woman backhand her 3 or 4 year old kid; I've seen a guy try to fight another guy who was in a wheelchair; I've seen hoodrats dancing to music coming from their PHONE.
I still talk to random people on the street, so get caught up in many things that should and could be easily avoidable like getting a massage in Chinatown at 1am (NO, there was NO happy ending)... or having to explain to a 20 year old kid at a concert how to get a drink from the bar without me buying it for him directly because I am too scared to lose the bar card that I don't even have yet because I've never taken the time to get sworn in.
I blogged this stream-of-conscious style after reading a comment from my dear friend Taylor Foss, who I dedicate this entry to. Thanks for lighting the fire under my arse, Taylor. I hope you are well!!!
posted by cstyle at
1:19 PM
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Post again within the next 24 hours or I will crumb you.
-The Mad Crumber
YOU FOOL!
CRUMBS SHALL RAIN FROM THE SKY AND LINGER ON YOUR SHIRT AT MOST INOPPORTUNE MOMENTS AND DIMINISH YOUR CREDIBILITY WITH WHOMEVER YOU'RE SPEAKING.
NO AMOUNT OF VIGILANCE OR SHOULDER RUBBING WILL SAVE YOU FROM...
THE MAD CRUMBER
And who IS the mad crumber. show yourself, Romulan!
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