It's summer again.
It can reach 90 degrees in April and October, but the true sign of summer is outdoor domestic violence incidents.
I'm a single mom (2 year old boy) who lives on the ground floor on a quiet street dead-ended by a Catholic Church. Normally the nights are silent, after the few kids are called in from their skateboarding.
I was snuggled on the mattress on the floor watching my now-sacred hour of tv after my kid's asleep, when right outside my window, I heard banging, crashing of garbage cans, a baby crying, a child crying, and 2 or 3 people running. Some women yelled frantic profanities.
"You dare bring this trash inside my house?" my next door neighbor, Mindy, yelled.
Something like, "I'm the man here--I can do whatever...!" was yelled back.
I stayed in bed. You never know what anyone is packing these days. And if anything can make anyone crazy, it's family.
The police came. I didn't hear them pull up, but I heard their police radios for about a half hour.
When I got up this morning, the garbage cans had been knocked over.
I hate living by myself.
Tuesday, June 7, 2005
Monday, June 6, 2005
Tips on Getting Laid Pt.3--Wisdom in 3 parts
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Friday, June 3, 2005
Oh, happiness!!!
Yesterday I got my Instant Death "New Evil Vibe" and Ween "Paintin' the Town Brown" cds--I went home and danced in my kitchen for about two hours, before collapsing,drenched in sweat on my mattress.
OK--for those who don't know: Deaner and Gener Weener are big fans of ID, and hired Dave from ID to be their bass player.
New Evil Vibe is a great album--the production is spare but clear, and sounds terrific. Also, the old tunes have "matured" well and really filled out nicely with some new solos and bass and drum riffing and spoken word.
Hee hee hee. I am so happy, my brain is doing the Snoopy Dance.
www.instantdeath.info
www.ween.com
OK--for those who don't know: Deaner and Gener Weener are big fans of ID, and hired Dave from ID to be their bass player.
New Evil Vibe is a great album--the production is spare but clear, and sounds terrific. Also, the old tunes have "matured" well and really filled out nicely with some new solos and bass and drum riffing and spoken word.
Hee hee hee. I am so happy, my brain is doing the Snoopy Dance.
www.instantdeath.info
www.ween.com
Thursday, June 2, 2005
I could tell she was evil by her sparkly barrette.
The way she curls her hair also spells vicious to me. 'Nuff said.
Tips on Getting Laid for the Shy, Part 2: Going Out By Yourself
So, have you started going out yet? Joined a few clubs? Yes, I said a few. If you really want to meet people, you have to go out a few times a week, doing different things.
No? You haven't? When am I going to start talking about internet dating because you just want to stay in front of your computer anyway?
I hate to break it to you, but even if you meet someone online, you will still have to meet them in person eventually, and the situation will just be a little weirder. Also, it may bring up the other pain-in-the-ass situation of long-distance romance.
Personal story interlude:
When I first came to the city when I was 18, I never went out for the pick up scene or to see bands or anything. I had no idea about any of that stuff. Until I turned "cool" when I was 16, I basically stayed home, studied the Tarot, read Larry Niven and David Eddings, and watched Ray Harryhausen flicks.
I had boyfriends and stuff, but it was not something I had to look for--just guys I met at my internship, or while visiting friends in college.
When I was out of school and out of a boyfriend at 22, I realized I would have to face the pickup scene, and I was terrified. At first, I only had the guts to walk near the bar. I would just walk by, pause for a second, and then walk to the bookstore. This went on for a few weeks before someone told me about a good band playing, and I went to see them. After that, I was still nervous about going out for a few weeks, but finally, I became addicted to the whole Lower East Side band scene, and had to go out 3 or 4 times a week. I made friends with musicians in a lot of different bands, started picking up guys I saw at the shows (man, I was such a lech), and having a great time. I am still friends with some of those people from 12 years ago. It was one of the best things I ever did.
I guess what I am trying to say is that it will be hard at first, but you have to make yourself go... whatever that takes. Promise to give yourself a treat for going out, or pray or call your friends or whatever it takes...but don't go out with expectations--not only will you be disappointed but you will proably miss out on other interesting and important things going on around you. You'll have good nights and bad ones, and a lot of good stories. And the more you go out the easier it will be.
No? You haven't? When am I going to start talking about internet dating because you just want to stay in front of your computer anyway?
I hate to break it to you, but even if you meet someone online, you will still have to meet them in person eventually, and the situation will just be a little weirder. Also, it may bring up the other pain-in-the-ass situation of long-distance romance.
Personal story interlude:
When I first came to the city when I was 18, I never went out for the pick up scene or to see bands or anything. I had no idea about any of that stuff. Until I turned "cool" when I was 16, I basically stayed home, studied the Tarot, read Larry Niven and David Eddings, and watched Ray Harryhausen flicks.
I had boyfriends and stuff, but it was not something I had to look for--just guys I met at my internship, or while visiting friends in college.
When I was out of school and out of a boyfriend at 22, I realized I would have to face the pickup scene, and I was terrified. At first, I only had the guts to walk near the bar. I would just walk by, pause for a second, and then walk to the bookstore. This went on for a few weeks before someone told me about a good band playing, and I went to see them. After that, I was still nervous about going out for a few weeks, but finally, I became addicted to the whole Lower East Side band scene, and had to go out 3 or 4 times a week. I made friends with musicians in a lot of different bands, started picking up guys I saw at the shows (man, I was such a lech), and having a great time. I am still friends with some of those people from 12 years ago. It was one of the best things I ever did.
I guess what I am trying to say is that it will be hard at first, but you have to make yourself go... whatever that takes. Promise to give yourself a treat for going out, or pray or call your friends or whatever it takes...but don't go out with expectations--not only will you be disappointed but you will proably miss out on other interesting and important things going on around you. You'll have good nights and bad ones, and a lot of good stories. And the more you go out the easier it will be.
Teary-Eyed Thanks...
I just want to take a second to thank all my friends (boyfriend, you are definitely included in that group) for their support while I went through my drama--actually it was more like an epileptic fit of the soul. I am completely touched and moved.
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