January 2011
3 posts
"Fuck you. I'm going to kill you."
Dame Joan Barrone herself.
view from passenger seat of Joan’s Cadillac.. I was actually that close to dashboard as the seat wouldn’t move back.
She came by my place around 11:30 and asked if I was ready for our 1pm lunch date. She was wearing new jeans that were from Macy’s and she wore her casually styled wig. I asked her to give me 15 minutes and then I met her out...
The Chronicles of Barbara
There’s no adventure here. There’s no excitement. It is a sleepy beach town that comes alive after 5 and ends around midnight.
Since there are colleges here, there are college students. Younger, faster, cooler, richer versions of who I never was.
The people here are beautiful. They dress well and are very polite. Everyone does have a sense of, “aren’t we lucky to live...
Creeptopia
Day two.
Having met everyone in my new job and finally having cox cable set up, I feel settled. Didn’t take much, though. A few cups, a couple of plates, some bread, half a gallon of milk. Boom. Done.
Bliss. To have my very own place. To pay my very own bills. Although, I finally got around to walking to the mailbox which reads, “Robinsom” and open it to see a shitload of junk...