Though it ain't number one... yet

I'm so glad to be recognized for such things.

January 29, 2004 | 3:02 PM | Link | 0 comments

Quickly, now

They were amazing. He's a really cool guy. His men's clothing is getting really good again. This place is simply amazing. I will always trust this place to let me save money by spending money. Oh, and what can I say?.. I love you.

Though rather short, this trip was overall a fantastic one. I know I can never do NY on a four day budget again. I didn't get the time to explore NYC on my own, which is one of may favorite things to do... and also necessary when I travel. I had wonderful meals, wonderful laughs with my friends, met some wonderful people, dealt with wonderful drama, and bought some wonderful clothes. NYC is home to me. I am truly alive in that city. I question why I am taking my sweet time to move there... then I remember and go, "Oh, yeah."

January 27, 2004 | 10:26 AM | Link | 2 comments

Oh, and another thing

I made out with a twenty-year-old too. He was young, it was fun. La LA la LA la la.

January 24, 2004 | 11:33 AM | Link | 4 comments

Über-summarizer

I finally got to see Craig Wedren last night! After a decade of waiting.

That's all for now. I'm having too much fun to even care to talk about it.

January 23, 2004 | 9:22 AM | Link | 0 comments

Well, I'm off...

...to New York, with this cat, and this cat, and a couple other cats who don't have web sites.

Miss me.

January 21, 2004 | 6:49 PM | Link | 4 comments

No, not you!.. Really?

Says the 47 year old conservative looking woman at my work: "I remember taking mushrooms one time, and my friends and I went to see Fantasia. I tell you, when those hippos in tutus came out, we were in stitches!"

So unpredictable, that one. Got to love her.

January 21, 2004 | 3:01 PM | Link | 0 comments

My outfit, today

I don't really know why, but this morning on my way to work I realized the variety of qualities and sources that make up today's outfit. It amused me, slightly.

Socks: J. Crew
Shoes: Dr. Martens
Pants: Banana Republic
Underwear: Lúk — From some little shop in NYC
Dress shirt: Express
Tie: Men's Wearhouse
Sweater: Saks Fifth Avenue

Am I the only one amused by this? Yeah, I thought so.

January 20, 2004 | 10:14 AM | Link | 8 comments

She had it coming

I was playing The Sims last night, and getting irritated with it as usual. They're so stupid. My family has well over $5,000,000 in the bank, a house with over 10,000 square feet, 5 bathrooms, a state-of-the-art kitchen, pool, virtual reality, computers... everything they need to keep them entertained.

Well, they just can't get over their own stupidity, can they? I decided on the fate of one of my family members. It was too easy.

I blocked her into a room that was two tiles by one tile small. I took down the wallpaper. I replaced the wood floor with cement. I did give her a window to the outside world, and a phone.

She stood there, looking irritated. She wanted to eat. She wanted to shower. She kept calling out for me, but it was all for naught. Bitch was going down! All of her mood bars were going far down into the red. Except, of course, for her bladder. Every time she'd piss the floor, her bladder bar would go right back up to happy green.

I had her call the police. They came shortly after, and another Sim character answered the door. None of them knew of her whereabouts. The police woman informed me that I can only call the police when there is a "real emergency." After that little incident, I took away her phone and her window. I also gave her no light. So, there she stood in a cramped, darkened space. Wallowing in her own filth.

Since the smallest room you can block a person into in The Sims is one by two tiles, I put a fridge on one of the tiles so she could not move around. The fridge was facing away from her, of course. I didn't want her eating now, did I? Since she was standing in a single tile, she could not move to clean up after she'd "spill." So she just pissed herself over and over. She'd stand there, crying and wading in her urine. She'd complain constantly, but I wouldn't listen.

Every time she'd fall asleep (standing up, of course) I would wake her up. She could only stay awake for a few minutes before I would have to wake her again. This tormenting went on for days. Eventually I put windows to the inside of the house. This way, when other persons would walk by, they could see her and she could see them... but nothing more.

After several days of extreme hunger and depression, she died. She just fell down, cramped up next to the fridge she could not get in to, soaking in her filth. The grim reaper came with his moaning and groaning sounds, and took her away. What was left was a cheap little silver urn.

I sold the urn for $5.

I tore down my little torture room and redecorated. None of the other characters seemed to even notice she had left. Their spirits were high, they were taking care of themselves, and they even had another empty bedroom to share. Perhaps I'll turn it into a game room, or something else that will feed my other Sims' many talents.

I just hope none of the others start to disappoint me.

January 9, 2004 | 10:00 AM | Link | 21 comments

Just for fun

Read up on feral children and be glad you weren't raised by wolves.

January 8, 2004 | 2:48 PM | Link | 0 comments

Don't you know who I am?!

So, last night, Jon and I went out to a couple of bars: the Loft, Pecs, and finally Wolfs. The Loft was, as typical, pretty okay. A strong Gin and Tonic, coupled with a frustrating hit-or-miss hi-tech jukebox make this place a regular haunt. Pecs (a man's bar) had some hot daddies for the taking, and I was hit on by one who usually flirts with me, but not as obviously as he was last night. I cannot go there though.

And then there was Wolfs. Oh, Wolfs... trusty leather/levi/cruise bar on 30th. How I love thee so. Jon and I have gone together to Wolfs twice now... the first time was an adventure that I won't soon forget, thanks to my handy-dandy digital camera and my new title of Amateur Pornographer... but that's another story. Last night, Wolfs was pretty mellow, but there was this one freak.

As we walk up to the front door of Wolfs, I see a guy standing there. Presumably, he is the doorman... or something. I stop, and he asks me if he knows me. I tell him he doesn't. He cards me, and lets me in.

Jon, on the other hand, walked right past him. When I get into Wolfs, Jon had a disgusted look on his face and said, "I kicked that guy out of my store today for stealing. There's no way he works here." We then decide to ask Roger (the bartender) about him. Turns out he did not work there. Roger had kicked him out of Wolfs ten minutes earlier because he was all cracked out, trying to sell a (most likely stolen) computer in the lobby. Instead of leaving as he was told, he just stood out front and proceeded to card me.

What kind of a mother fucking freak does that? I felt so violated. Roger went outside to tell him to scram, but the damage had already been done. A stranger had already stolen a peek into my life. I was forever changed.

Okay, so maybe it wasn't that big a deal... but still... what kind of a person stands outside a bar and cards people when he's not getting paid for it?

Oh, and Jon, all those ellipses were for you.