Really he's like 32 or something but you wouldn't know it.
We're on the subway. I'm having a conversation with his wife and her cousin. My brother is standing next to where we are sitting. My sister-in-law says something to my brother but he's not listening. He starts laughing to himself. We ask him what's so funny. He says look, and then proceeds to cover up some lines on the subway's emergency alert box so that it no longer reads: In an emergency, to alert crew members, open box and press strip and instead reads: In an emergency, to alert crew members, strip.
My brother is 12.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Monday, November 26, 2007
Sometimes...
Sometimes I get sad.
Sometimes I think what the fuck am I doing?
I think about all of the things I said I was going to do once I moved. I think about those 7 months when I was spending four hours of my day and $500 a month on my commute and I'd say, when I move I'll have more time/money for this and that. And now I've moved and I feel like I never have any time/money for anything. I think about all of my friends at home that I hardly see anymore and how much I miss them and how much I miss just hanging out at Ken and Don's on Friday nights playing golf/hockey/links/f*** the dealer/etc. with Ken and the boys. Sometimes I think about who I used to be and how much I miss that person and I wonder if I'm really moving forward or just standing still?
Sometimes I get sad.
Then I remember that this time last year I worked alone in a crazy blind man's basement.
And then I feel better about life.
Sometimes I think what the fuck am I doing?
I think about all of the things I said I was going to do once I moved. I think about those 7 months when I was spending four hours of my day and $500 a month on my commute and I'd say, when I move I'll have more time/money for this and that. And now I've moved and I feel like I never have any time/money for anything. I think about all of my friends at home that I hardly see anymore and how much I miss them and how much I miss just hanging out at Ken and Don's on Friday nights playing golf/hockey/links/f*** the dealer/etc. with Ken and the boys. Sometimes I think about who I used to be and how much I miss that person and I wonder if I'm really moving forward or just standing still?
Sometimes I get sad.
Then I remember that this time last year I worked alone in a crazy blind man's basement.
And then I feel better about life.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Favorite person of the day.
My roommate's boyfriend is totally my favorite person today.
Last night was JM's wine and cheese party at our apartment. As the first guests start to arrive, Joseph cues up the music and he's playing some Billy Joel. Immediately I'm impressed. Yay, Joseph. Then I realize that he's not just playing a Billy Joel, he's playing an entire Billy Joel album! Now that's the way to get a party started!
After the Billy sadly comes to end, Joseph asks me to take over with DJ duties as he felt I had the best musical taste in the bunch.
Seriously! Favorite person ever?
Probably not.
Also, he's JM's bf so that would probably be weird.
But totally favorite person of the day!
Last night was JM's wine and cheese party at our apartment. As the first guests start to arrive, Joseph cues up the music and he's playing some Billy Joel. Immediately I'm impressed. Yay, Joseph. Then I realize that he's not just playing a Billy Joel, he's playing an entire Billy Joel album! Now that's the way to get a party started!
After the Billy sadly comes to end, Joseph asks me to take over with DJ duties as he felt I had the best musical taste in the bunch.
Seriously! Favorite person ever?
Probably not.
Also, he's JM's bf so that would probably be weird.
But totally favorite person of the day!
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