No more of this or that...

Note: Cut off all ties with an ex. It's useless to maintain some sort of 'friendship'. That charade is fruitless. It never works out. Extinguish the flame entirely and move the fuck on.

yea? you too?

Ever feel like fuckin' jerkin' it in the work bathroom all over the toilet sometimes? Yea, thought so.

oh, sssshhhiiiittttt

Tomorrow is my goddamn birthday.

bathroom floor inventory

- Two Victoria's Secret catalogs
- One B&H catalog
- The September issue of The Wire
- One copy of The RoomingHouse Madrigals
- One Daily Show 10th Anniversary program
- Three issues of Time Out New York

I am looking around the room one last time and turning off the lights...

In lieu of a botched LTR, I've decided to use this thing as a vehicle for more writing. I did quite a bit of it back in the day before I became comfortably nestled in the womb of domesticity. Needless to say a lot of it will be unbearable, grammatically incorrect, and shamefully egregious but - fuck you - it makes me feel better.

No one reads this shit anyway and it was something I've been wanting to get back to.

Writing will include prose, stories, random thoughts, bullshit and even - gasp! - poetry, for lack of a better word. Enjoy the ride...or don't. Check out Kissing Suzy Kolber or something for some real talent.