Saturday, October 30, 2010

And the not-being-invited-to-any-Halloween-parties streak continues for the [I've lost track]th year.

Friday, October 29, 2010

I want to be honest and open, but that's not always a good idea. Maybe honest and open are different things. You can be open and dishonest, so can you be honest and not open? Maybe not. Maybe it doesn't matter. I guess I'm being partially open with all this, so what does that mean?

Thursday, October 28, 2010

I know I'm being so foolish today. I'm sorry. I shouldn't be saying these things.
The worst part is having to keep it secret. I've been keeping it secret for months, but how long can this last?
I know it's pointless. I know nothing is ever going to happen. I have no choice but to get over it. I know that, but that doesn't make it easier.
I want someone I can't have, that's all there is to it.

Monday, October 25, 2010


Does publishing this picture on my blog make me a paparazzo? Only if I get paid, I think. Of course, since it's my blog I will have to pay myself. What should I charge myself for the use of this photo of Spike Lee, everyone? I'm thinking of a figure somewhere around one billion dollars. I shouldn't have any trouble raising the money, due to the fact that money is an abstraction, and the fact that I will be both buyer and seller. For example, I just charged myself nine million dollars to take a sip of the decaf coffee I've been drinking for the past hour. And I just charged myself an additional $79 trillion to hit the space bar between the previous sentence and this one. See how it all works out?
This morning I woke up in the middle of the night and found that the underwear I'd been wearing was now on the floor, three feet away from the bed. It really freaked me out. I didn't know I was a sleepwalker.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Forgot to mention it here, but all month long my photos are appearing alongside poems and stories on Everyday Genius.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Hypothesis: If you don't mind being called a nerd, you're not a nerd. If you do mind, if you don't want to be thought of as a nerd because you have bad memories of people calling you a nerd, which made you feel bad about yourself for years, then you're a nerd. Or used to be, and would rather not be referred to as one from now on.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

So I got home from doing laundry tonight and turned on the TV. A TJ Maxx commercial came on, featuring Marie Claire editor Zoe Glassner. And I realized, oh, hey, I went on a date with her once. We had dinner. It was only my second date in New York, so I was kind of awkward. She was nice.

The end.