Archive for August 29th, 2002

I’m good enough, I’m smart enough, and doggone it, people like me

Thursday, August 29th, 2002

A slightly modified excerpt from e-mail to Donna of Sirens:

London seems to have an inferiority complex of sorts, which I find at odds with the city’s ultra-conservative reputation—nothing local is good enough, and we have to beg to get anyone to come here. I’m reminded of Chester, the yippy …

Something fishy

Thursday, August 29th, 2002

If a groupie is a girl who follows male bands around, is a guy who follows female bands a grouper?

I’ll be here until Thursday. Please tip your waitress.

I guess you know the earth is gonna crash into the sun

Thursday, August 29th, 2002

Today is not N.’s unbirthday. By an amazing stroke of luck, it’s also exactly 182.5 days away from her half-birthday. (Ladies do not divulge their age, and a true gentleman does not ask. So don’t even think about it!)
To celebrate, I plan to eat …