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    Food for think

    Sunday, August 31st, 2003

    Maybe a year or two ago, I was at our dear, dear Caz’s with Mr. Jimmy Jam one evening, when an idea sprang from my head, fully armed and dressed for battle. It promptly left the bar, as said bar was clearly no place for good ideas. A few moments later a second idea climbed [...]

    …. ghhhhhkkkk.

    Friday, August 29th, 2003

    I’m fuckin’ beat, people. This week seems like about the longest I’ve ever experienced, due in no small part to my birthday drankin’ debacle and the two-day recovery period that ensued. Making the week even more exhausting was the fact that I started auditing a screenwriting class this week — exciting, yes, and stimulating and [...]

    Cheers ‘n’ Jeers

    Tuesday, August 26th, 2003

    After some reflection on the evening out last night in celebration of my birthday, some thanks and other sentiments are in order, a la “TV Guide”: Cheers: To the Brookside Bar, for mixing some seriously potent and tasty White Russians. Though I kind of wish you hadn’t. I kind of wish you’d only sold low-point [...]

    Th’ Morning After

    Tuesday, August 26th, 2003

    As of 8:29 a.m. on the morning after my birthday, I am faced with a question: How do you tell if you’re hung over, or if you’re still drunk from the night before? Work, here I come.

    Happy Birthday to Me

    Monday, August 25th, 2003

    I’m pleased to announce that, despite my initial trepidation, 28 feels quite a bit like 27 did. Except that I’m mysteriously covered in boils.

    Insanity defense:

    Friday, August 22nd, 2003

    My boss just pointed me at this, one of a few letters in defense of Kobe Bryant, sent to god only knows who. Read the previous four, but this one’s my favorite because it’s signed, simply, “Jesus Christ, the Black Messiah.”

    Broke & Old

    Friday, August 22nd, 2003

    Birthday’s a-comin’. I’m officially starting to look crosseyed at 30, which if I squint I can see from here, off on the horizon, waving cheerfully. I’ve discussed this with Jimmy Jam, who is I believe the oldest person among our group of friends at roughly two weeks older than I. (He turned 28 two weeks [...]

    All the sailors say …

    Thursday, August 21st, 2003

    Brandy, you’re a fine girl what a good wife you would be but my life, my love and my lady is the O.C.

    It’s all part of my foot’n'ball fantasy

    Monday, August 18th, 2003

    So though I often hesitate to admit it, as I often have to explain myself to people I’ve known for a while, I’m in a fantasy football league. This is my third season, and by this point I’m comfortable enough with it to say that I’m really, really stoked about the impending football season. I [...]

    Mr. Hangover?

    Friday, August 15th, 2003

    After an evening of hot Pim’s action and several subsequent scotch ‘n’ sodas, and a considerably abbreviated round of sleep, I was nearly baffled to discover this morning when I woke that my old nemesis Johnny Hangover was mysteriously absent. I’ve thought it over, and I figure it’s either witchcraft or the scotch. I seem [...]

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