My eyebrows are singed. My right eyelashes are noticably shorter than my left ones. I’m so goddamned brilliant; this is what I get for lighting a smoke on the stove at Lauren’s. I shouldn’t be smoking, I shouldn’t be that drunk, and I shouldn’t be at 10th and N. I totally was, though. They’ll grow…
Up to R Street and over to Wisconsin, I jogged to Georgetown today. Two and a half miles from the lovely confines of my Logan Life, an Einstein Brothers resides. This was my third attempted trek to an Einstein’s, the first resulting in a popped tire for Krista, the second landing Pam and I at…
The paparazzi have been out in full effect this week, but I haven’t gotten the photos to share with ya’ll yet. I’m a slacking bastard, mostly, and haven’t followed through on the follow throughable. Whatever, they’ll get here when they get here. The photogs snapped a click-click or two of Krista and Myself in various…
I went to the middle of nowhere to get away from it all. I’m back in the District. Sebastian gets to wear a bandana around his cute little puppy neck now, he’s earned it– he’s a good country dog. He had a puppy play date with Caroline’s doggie Annabelle, and he is smitten with her….
For those paying attention and don’t seem to know. Agnes and Steve, Left and Right. Respectivly. Spelling properly optional.
I love the smell of spray paint. It harkens back to a younger era of me in the country, bein’ bad. I can always tell when someone’s done a really fresh tag or when they’ve marked up the sidewalks somewhere for maintanence– it throws me back to Colonial Beach before they paved the roads. A…
Agnes (ag-nee) thinks Sebastian and I look alike. Harumph. I may have Lauren find the resemblence with her camera.
My mother, being both sentimental and batty, insisted on purchasing holiday eating utensils at every oppertunity. Every Thanksgiving, along with the stuffing and the jiggly canned cranberry, we had cartoon turkeys on nonlinen linens. Christmas had wrapping paper and hollyberry bev-naps. The plates, cups, and especially napkins were purchased for anniverseries and birthdays, halloween and…
There has been a sketchy-scary in my neighborhood harassing me for about the past week. I’d say he’s roughly 39, looks 29, and is hella ripped, if on the lean side. His body is developed enough, and he’s shirtless in the neighborhodd enough for me to have noticed, that I can’t imagine he got that…
Not too much decadence this weekend, kiddies. Flip Orley, the comic hypnotist, has been at the Improv all week. He’s a hoot, he really is, even if he stays on stage longer than Cats ran. Its been okay, though, I worked most of the heavy drinking out of my system on Tuesday. When I said…