It started this morning while I was daydreaming, spaced out, for a moment before walking out the door. I was just sitting there and this loaf of bread on the shelf above the kitchen sink just falls off. All by itself. Really. Then down on the street, half a block out my front door, I'm walking and someone from a third floor window throws this, like, five pound block of ice, like from their defrosting frig, just throws it out the window, and it brushes my shoulder before smashing at my feet. When I look up the thrower hides from view. Then three blocks more at the green grocer on the corner, big canteloupes stacked outside catch my sight. So I pause to pick one up and check it out for quality and sure enough four of them roll off the pile, across the sidewalk and down the curb. Next, on the bus, I get a seat. The person standing over me has their umbrella folded up and dangling from their arm which is bent to hold a paperback. When the bus does a short stop for some reason I can't see, the wet umbrella slides off the guy's arm and right into my lap. When I get to the building where I currently work on 7th Ave. I pause under a display window awning on the corner, just to relax a moment. Then my savoir appears. A, like, seven year old girl with corn rows and a white little girl's school dress. She can't get the top off a juice bottle and says, "Hey mister can you do this for me?" I say sure and take one step towards her to take the bottle just as this pigeon which I didn't see under the awning craps. If that girl didn't ask for my help that crap would have landed right on my head. Thank the Messiah.

The little girl looks at the gooey pigeon crap on the sidewalk where I was just standing a second ago, her mouth wide open and her eyes all bugged out, "OOOOh, mister, you can thank me if you wanta, but don't ask me for the lotto number today!"

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Maybe there is a God after all. He is looking out for your wonderful shaved head!

My day turned out okay, but getting to work this morning was a nuisance. What normally is a 20-minute trip door to door took an hour today (the official excuse: water damage on train tracks causing signal delays). The train car was PACKED. But the upshot was this cute guy's backside was pushed up against my front side! Love when that happens. I was getting kind of hot and bothered, to say the least.

Lex / And there was enough room in that packed car once the african soupbone started to swell?

Soup? From what I understand that can make a chowder.

wow seven, that play by play was very cinematic, very 'butterfly effect' (which I just finished watching on DVD) Im glad things went the way they did!

today is Sept 11 - 3 years and 5 hours ago, I took the subway to fulton st. station. As I exited to the street, I was disoriented and didn't know where I was. Then I looked up and saw one of the trade towers stretching straight up to the sky above my head. I stared at it for a bit, thinking how fortunate I was that the tower was there to point me in the right direction. I then set off towards the WTC Path station, which was eerily empty. It was all sort of strange because I never went back to New Jersey that way usually.

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[QUOTE]Originally posted by Anna Nicole:
BEAMS to MARC!!

Soft Cell singer Marc Almond is fighting for his life after a serious motorcycle crash.

The pop star is understood to have been riding pillion when the bike was in collision with a car.

He was reportedly thrown on to the road, suffering serious head injuries.

Both Almond, 48, and the rider, who also suffered severe injuries, are in hospital after the crash near Cannon Street station in central London yesterday afternoon.

There's a really good deal on right now with expedia.com if u book any 'package' right now u get $200 off for another 'package' next year.

Don't let the word 'package' put u off... book a flight and even if u have your own choice of hotel just book ONE night in a hotel and that would be considered a package... I think the $200 towards next yr is a great deal.

I'm sitting here wondering whether any "love connections" were made via the Motherboards.... of course there are tons of other websites that you can do that in, but just maybe...

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Yeah I hooked up witn this really hot NYU student last year named Etienne Goldstein.

It didn't work out though.

I hooked up with this real slag named Messy Bonnie, she turned out to be a real booze hound and she robbed my bathroom medicine cabinet of all my valium and headache pills. I hope you never hook up with the likes of her. Phew!!

But I have date next week with a playboy bunny I met on here named Darla. I hope she is a lot better than that crazy Messy Bonnie woman.

That Messy beeotch tried to get her hooks in me once. But only for protection against the bridge workers down by the FDR south of 14th who were a little peeved she hadn't been showing up for their lunch break. Imagine a boney whiskeyghost cowering behind you while fifteen huge guys in hardhats menace you with welding tools while yelling, "Give up that pliersmouthed bitch or we'll install you as an off-ramp!"

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Yeah, those was the days.
Them guys really know how to party.
Theys good people.

I don't think I've posted this before. My friend was stranded in an airport and found the following letter, handwritten on a filthy piece of loose leaf paper. He's just transcribed the thing. What a laugh, especially when you see the actual scrawl. All spelling errors are [sic]:

quote:

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I love you Dana
(on time you said I wrote without telling you)

Now I know your pussy is very wet right now because you want to be able to get it ate, for a while. I wish I was in your bunk while you were laying in your pj's. I would start to kiss you from your ahead to your toe. then take your short of and lick your thigh. after that I would ate that pussy until you nut all in my mouth. then I would tell you turn over and take from the back (you rember that feeling every night) but I would fuck you until you scream my name. then I would turn you over and and put your leg up (like I do) and then fuck you until you began to cry. right before I nut I going pull out and stick that dick back into your mouth and nut until you swallow it. by that time you should be about ready than I'll get down and let you nut in my mouth 2 more time. then I'll let you lay on my chest all night and right befor you go the next morning, I stick that dick back into your mouth and let you suck it until I nut again and then leave.

But it won't happen. Good night. Girl you could imagin how much I love you. Be cool and don't be a fool.

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Messy Bonnie, have you been in Cleveland lately?

Stop it right now, I'm starting to drip.

sounds like its
time for your shot, bobby.

I'm upset.

Just saw the Spice Bus (the Union jack double decker from "Spice World") for sale on eBay. It's currently living in a junk yard in Gloucestershire. The reserve is 5,000 pounds and it has no bidders. If only I had known about this prior to Xmas I'd have stuck it on my Xmas list. And coincidence though it is my grandfather was just telling me over Xmas that I'm getting too old for this art lark and that I should train as a bus driver.

Don't know if its just me... but was watching the red carpet Golden Globes (Joan and Melissa of course)... and is it me or are these female celebs gettin thinner and thinner.. while the rest of the world is gettin fatter and fatter.

Sad.
It's not even drugs.

You should see the models on "Project Runway." Like mere slivers of real people. Slivers!