fancy fancy pants
my day. birthday as it may. is coming up. one step closer to some age that’s supposed to mean something, though not quite yet thirty.
thirty years. how far away my childhood seems, yet so few years are thirty that it kind of amazes me. people like my parents have been married that long. how many lifetimes can you have by thirty? quite a few, not unlike a cat, scraping your belly to death a few times along the way.
i have somehow lost weight. eating a cannoli from the bakery every day and loading the half and half in my coffee every morning. my cannoli diet has skinnied me down to 130 something. a good 15 pound jump down from where i usually am. don’t hate me, me and my cannoli scarfing ways. i eat one every day. convinced that i work hard enough to earn the fucking canolli. usually after work. bagels in the morning because they’re free. barely soda during the day, but yes, soda water. never was too much of a fan of plain un-carbonated water. it adds a little zip, those bubbles. and for lunch, soybeans and salad, most of the time. with chicken or goat cheese, or, like today, tofu. i love the Japanese place down the street. it’s a sexy alternative to the regular lame lunch stuff. it’s probably the soybeans. and leaving e’s house and not eating ice cream (ben and jerry’s or turkey hill) every single night has probably helped. granted I am almost 5’10 and the weight is usually spread out. but still…
oh well.
yes. so many obvious and evident things going on in the world today. but yeah, writing about it is pretty pointless since no one seems to care.
someday you all will. someday we all will.
but for now, it’s all about the yankees. and thinking about dinner, and my puppy, the coolest of the cool…
and tomorrow, the unpacking. the plan. the woo hoo to my yoo hoo.
did i mention i hate most of my friends. psshaw. like they could be called friends.
thank god for the fetus, he came over last week, and we hung out sitting in front of the flood lights right on the billboard on my roof, our shadows scuttling back and forth across the boondocks ad that expands 200 feet in the air from the ground, but a good 50 up from where we sat. He’s a good friend. he actually may be one of two or three friends i have in ny these days. not like the prop pretend we-call-you-when-we-are-in-despair-because-you-make-us-feel-better people that like to pretend they are my friends, leaving my ears ringing when they have the ability to shit talk in circles, about me. traitor-like, all agreeing with each other because it is so much easier to go along with the crowd than actually be honest.
yeah, forget those people.
someday you will know…because unlike most, i can only be foresaken for as long as is necessary. then i kick free.
and i always win.
as i am often right.
Please Doc,
Please Doc,
Rock