Thursday, July 22, 2004

in review

in the past year I have
driven/ rather/ ben chaperoned cross country
been a temp bitch
assisted some faggity ass post-dance music photographer of food and product
gotten a real job that pays anus wages but knights me some meager level of authority
started shooting for heeb magazine
gone on three unsuccesssful online dates, one jew, two non, one non jew an actual potential suitress....
decide that vassar girls suck the balls
become the co-photo editor of heeb magazine
immersed/doused myself in unrequitted love for an ex girlfriend
lived in two separate apartments, one by the new porn district in south park slope bkln near power plants and the greenwood cemetary,
the other in the chic-chic-one-liner-bill-cosby-mr rogers styles Cobble hill
and 'm all still lonely in my own apt.  more to come.

Thursday, July 15, 2004

smoothed out

found three recipes for latkes online. the goys seem to call them "potatoe fritters".
that shit is for the fuckn birds.

Wednesday, July 14, 2004

glossed over

when you get excited, your nostrils flare like a pig. no, sorry, that's me.

tonight's tha night

" got stopped by a lady cop, in my aut-o-mo-bile, she said get-out-and-spread-your-legs
and then she tried to cop a feel."

My favorite Senagalese whole saler of the day is "Justice".
the wholesalers are the most appreciative people in my life, right now.

To be left out of someone's diary, is to be ommitted from their life.
A glass of chocolate milk, would be the best right now.

Tuesday, July 13, 2004

after the gold rush

"only love.
can break.
your heart."
got the neil young cd at the library and been listening while I stare into the computer.
my shoes keep coming untied.
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the other day I saw a w. african Whoelsaler with a coconut sized goiter.
human growths are always compared to balls and fruits and vegetables.
like, Joe's dad had a benign tumour the size of a golfball/
when I was in high school, my mom had an ovarian cyst the size of a grapefruit.
there are two testicle sized thingamabobs hanging between my legs.

shingles #1

got ditched for a dude who spent his photo project jerking off to an old smashing pumpkins song. he wasnt even in middle school when the album came out.