Briefs of the Past Few days...briefly

Went to McDonald's for lunch (of course) at work. Eva, one of the workers, had changed her hair and it looked nice, so I said so. She thanked my and made some small talk: "work busy today, no?" in rough English (she's Mexican, I believe). This all occurred under the Chorus of cat-calls and whoo-hoos from the neighboring Pizzaaah! stand next door.

At C4, I got an extra bottle of meds to tie me over through an Intake evaluation and waiting list at the place I need to transfer; a fat/phat bottle of Happy Pills, Yay!

My Primary and I discussed how things were going....better...mood maintained, but still crashing (a little less) after work. It feels so nice not spending a greater part of the week playing with the idea of shotguns to the head or sleeping pills or vertically slit wrists; not getting sick for an hour before leaving the apartment; getting buzzed just to go out drinking with friends; and suffering mild to hardcore panic attacks throughout the day at work. Now if I could just stop waking up half-drowned from these annoying Night-sweats.

Also, at last meeting, I commented to my Primary one of my goals is to get "more involved with my community," meaning friends, co-workers, neighbors, dating, etc. Just a general phrase. When I got home, that general phrase ironically took on a more literal meaning: I locked my keys in the car! So, I walked to the nearby park's community center, looking for a phone. Nope. They directed me to a convenience store, where I got cash, a Milkyway bar, and a power drink. No phone. So I walked past The Ho (yes, The Ho) Bar to a laundry mat (phone!) and called AAA. A nice walk on sunny day with kids and moms running around the parks. I half read New York Magazine and half watched all the kids getting out from school and play soccer in the park; they laughed and yelled in the sun. A slight breeze rustling my pages as I sat in my building's parking spaces as I watched. It felt nice just to sit outside, warming in the sun like a turtle.

Went out for a drink after work with Harshly-YAH! Had a nice chat and a giggle. She told me about her recent trip to NYC. Other things were said like... ah-ah-ah! What happens in Houlihan's, stays in Houlihan's, so never-you-mind, my dears.

Played (and still suck at) a lot of Killzone.

Bought (and absolutely love) The Walkmen's Everyone Who Pretended To Like Me Is Gone and their split with Calla. Such a dreamy, funeral-like sound; like The Cure meets The Strokes or something.

Didn't do laundry, but did do the dishes...Holla!

Every atomic-fueled, building flattening, window-shattering sub-woofer in Chicago drove by my apartment between the hours of 1:00 a.m. and 3:50 a.m. this morning. Buhmp-buuuuuuvvvfff! Buhmp-buuuuuuvvvfff!

Do Androids Dream In Electric Spanish?

K.M. at work: "My inner monologue has a Southern accent."

Nobody talks in my neighborhood

they yell and shout. No one on the streets here gives a fuck if you hear all about their business, at any hour. Today:

• someone needed to "open this fucking gate"
• "move!"
• "I ain't talking to you, I'm walking my dog!"
• "We gonna clean this mother up, give me that rake"
• "Ya know, this your crib, fuck, ya know?"
• "Nah, he don't know shit. I been there with his friend, ya know?"
• "Hey girl, hey girl, why you running?"
• and the car alarms, yay!

I mean, most of the time, it's just kids or people walking around on a nice day, bouncing basket balls (thousands of basket balls) to the park, leaving the school, chasing friends, talking about work, etc. But daaaym, y'all gotta yell it, even when your friend is walking right next to you? I mean, for real! And even when my "neighbors" are talking about something like going to the store, their voices have this hard edge to it. The inflections are (loud and) sharp and harsh in such a way that even yelling "see you later" has the same vocal pattern as "fuck you: die."

Know what I mean? I don't know, it's just weird. I've been away from the Brickyard Mall of the 90's too long; therefore, I need to re-adapt my listening skills.

I can see both sides,

But it'd be nice for my boys to have a home...

Impact of a Stadium: A Look at Other Cities (NYT)

Go Jets!

Lump me in as one of the "3 out of four"

NYDN -Radio: Keep feds' hands off dial, says poll

Unofficial name changes at work

How these came about is now a mystery, as someone lost the memo.

K.M. = Amber Chunky Globes.
M.S. = The Gyration Croatian Sensation.
Mac = Puddin' (cause "you're so sweet") or Lesbian Trapped in Male Body*
B.H. = (my) Fake Wife.
Large % of customers this week = Cranky Bi-Polar Eccentric Helpless Fuckos with Occasional Hottie.

Stay tuned; I am sure changes and additions to follow.

*Does anyone know what comedian originally used this in their stand up??? Steve Martin? Stephen Wright?