New York

My days at an internet startup consists of apologizing to clients for our woefully inadequate product, cajoling uninspired developers and DBAs to get something, anything done.

My friend Jack is a cocaine user and he makes roughly 25K a year, doing temp work and various other jobs to "pay the bills".

Jeez. I'm so pissed off at the mindless brain monkeys that surround me.

As I get older, I think I am more vain because I am more paranoid – the thought of being on the downturn of my physical possibilities is upsetting.

I left work early on a beautiful gorgeous spring afternoon.  I had to leave because of a bad back that was killing me – like a million small knives manned by a thousand spiders crawling into the crevice of my lower back, squeezing their way inside so that they're stabbing me inside-out.

Is it different when a girl checks a guy out versus when a guy does the stare?  Cause I mean, apparently all the girls I know can pinpoint whenever a girl is blocking my vision, but for the life of me, I can hardly tell whenever they are scoping guys out.