Ok. So in my last entry I raved about how well the weekend was going, how the weekend was just beginning, how I for once was going to have a kick-ass weekend, etc., etc. Yeah, yeah, whatever. Believe me, the Fates are so fuckin’ mean. MEAN! Below is my fancy, high-tech Powerpoint illustration of my …
Yearly Archives: 2003
No Quiet Streets Under Our Feets
It’s kind of quiet now, but all around town earlier today, and for the rest of this weekend, there’s a low, healthy, beautiful rumble that penetrates the air, the walls, the windows, and the ground beneath our feet. The [Republic of Texas Bike Rally] has come to town. And oh. My. God. Imagine this, if …
Voice from the past
Tonight I got an IM from someone I haven’t chatted with in three years. It’s this girl I knew from back in Texarkana. Met her while I was working at Baymont Inn and Suites, when she was a young, spunky 17-year-old. Heh. There was this one night she came to visit me while I was …
Deh goes da neighbahoo’
The greatest things about having immigrant hispanic neighbors: Never having the same parking space twice Never a quiet moment (except on nights before the workday) The occasional birthday party underneath my window, complete with piñatas (even more entertaining if only just to see if the kids will accidentally whack each other in the head or …
Ugh
Sitting at home at midnight on a Friday night because of a stomach that doesn’t know if it’s sick, nauseous, or plain ol’ upset really, really sucks. I should be out there somewhere, not sitting at my desk at home. I was doing great all day, and then when I went out to dinner after …