Today’s soundtrack: Daria, I won’t be soothed
Today at 12:02pm: Kicking back a cocktail with the marrying man


Y’ever find yourself just walking down the sidewalk and scowling? Yeah that’s no good.

I come back from the bar early, maybe 2am or so. By myself in the car listening to Led Zeppelin and feeling the alcohol evaporate through my skin. Sitting at a stoplight, wondering who all these people are. People everywhere.

I wasn’t planning on going out tonight but a friend from L.A. is in town. He’s getting married and tonight they celebrated so I had to come out. He had it at Forbidden City, of all places. I couldn’t get away from that place if I tried.

Tomorrow I have to go to my not-a-cousin’s wedding. My parents ratcheted up the brutality by telling me I had to be there for the whole thing, which means I’ve gotta leave town around noon and won’t be back ‘til after midnight. Chingada, man. Tomorrow’s a day off work and I’ll be spending the whole fucking day in a suit. In fucking Connecticut. Maybe the cake will be good.

Financial reality stared me in the face today. I tried staring back but then it slapped me, pushed me to the ground and kicked me. Basically I have to find another job. Not “another job” as in a job to replace the one I have now, but a job on top of the fucking job I’ve got now. Once again I’m gonna be one of those assholes with more than one business card.

Did you know the WTC was only the second time in human history that a skyscraper has ever collapsed? The first time was in Brazil, which is a country that I guess is not known for its structural engineering anyway. I think most of the structural marvels there have to do with mammary glands.

Lam pointed out that Brazil does have that huge Jesus statue, and that seems to stand up okay. But I think if you looked inside, the whole thing is held up by schoolchildren holding ropes. I don’t really know though. That’s probably something I would bring up at a cocktail party, causing people to walk away from me.