Daily Archives: August 30, 2008

The Grand Plan

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It’s hard for me to type; in fact, I had to shut the doors and windows, because the constant drone of the sirens is becoming too much even for my hardened nerves.

But I’ve come up with a plan.

You see, every Welfare Wednesday (aka Mardi Gras) the sirens go; actually, they start the night before, as that’s when some people receive their cash. And they go all day and all night. And then, they do it again the Friday after that, when the ones who have jobs decide to party. And if the latest shipment of heroin that’s come in is particularly bad, the sirens don’t let anyone have any breathing space; they overlap one another for a solid 24-36 hours.

So the plan is this: The next time it’s Mardi Gras or Friday After, I’m going to get on Twitter and tweet when the sirens stop. And when they start. And when they stop. And how many of them I can hear at one time when they ARE going.

It’ll be dry as hell, but historic.

Sirens started again…

a casual observation

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I am meeting far too many people who won’t walk down certain streets, won’t go into certain restaurants, won’t attend certain parties, won’t set foot in certain parts of town, lest they encounter someone with whom they have become personally unpopular.

If I let that stop me, I’d never leave the apartment! So tell me, is icing people and burning bridges the new hotness, because if it is, howcum I’m not queen of the fucking prom?

Seriously, though, I like my way better. Just work patiently around them until either they want you back or all of their friends start to think THEY’RE the weird one.

Works every time.