First of all, I still cannot edit le blog and this is again a remote entry. All of that is very frustrating and smells like a conspiracy. Very much so.
LL left me sick in my bed this morning for NYC where he picked up the keys of his Chelsea garconnière. I have a cold and could not sleep very well. It might also be because I AM TERRIFIED OF HAVING TO GO TO THE DMV. After having drunk much too many diet cokes in bars because I did not have my passport, I decided to apply for a driving license. Before I even moved to the United States, I knew that there were two dreadful places on earth: (i) the DMV; and (ii) Geneva. People compare it to a root canal, white water rafting, watching the Revenge of the Sith, a short stint in purgatory or paying taxes .they describe it as filled with many negative forces and as a dark, cold and muddy place. I even heard petrifying stories about young healthy ambitious young men going down to the DMV and never returning. I only accepted to go because I will be 30 soon and LL said he would come with me. LL said I should not stress about it and that it is useless to do so but I am panicked. I think I'll get high before. I have to find some ruffies..
We watched DEBS this week-end, a teenage movie with a lesbian romance twist recommended by fantastic Chris R.. I guess on the cultural level it is interesting. Am I right Chris R. or did I miss something? Following his very pertinent comment below, I'd like to launch the "2005 Friends of FHC diversity Program" and make available a maximum of 17 friends and acquaintances spots to be filled exclusively by ethnic minorities (Brazilians need not apply), pregnant teenagers and other women. Applications are now opened.
Among the news nobody cares about, I received an e-mail for Botox and a co-worker asked me today how I managed to get so much gray hair in six months. Thomas B. and Alex S are apparently back together. Mike G. was dropped by a stripper from Secrets at his marital apartment on Massachusetts avenue early this morning but then who cares about Mike G's pitiful life ?.
What about the housing bubble ? when does the market crash ? when will I get a studio for 150K ? Finally, I read today in the newspaper today tat 40% of households have a digital camera and that made me feel anxious.
He's a dance artist! A dance artist! I think a stripper has to at least start with his clothes _on_.
Posted by: Mike | Tuesday, August 09, 2005 at 11:20 AM