Twentysomething

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.

I ran across the Williamsburg Bridge this morning. There and back seemed simple enough, but things are never simple when the tempo in my head doesn’t match the rhythm outside

A car almost hit me the other day. I was crossing the street while talking to Estada before she was going to leave for Africa.