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ante diem v ides june 2003 c.e. heptapod: ALSO INVITATION TO WRITE YOUR SIDE TOO Did you know? There are only two real seasons? Spring and autumn. Summer and winter only last a day. Waiting is the Hardest Part I submitted my site to the weblog review because apparently this site exists in a vacuum and I rarely have any feedback from the shop teacher's handful of readers who come here not to mention half of them are people who do not speak with me anymore for their own personal reasons which befuddles me, gentle reader. I wonder if it's because it's like watching a train wreck or habit since I am under the impression that a lack of communication stems from distaste or dislike. They sure as hell ain't coming here to be entertained, I tell you what especially after the past couple of entries. Okay, I am waiting to see if my site ends up being just like the rest or if it stands heads and shoulders above the rabble or it's basically unremarkable despite being updated every single day for nearly FOUR years. Of course the whole use of the "n" word is going to be bigger box office poison than any bepurpled text recounting dreams could ever aspire. More Stories Told Out of School This tale doesn't involve anyone I know or anyone you know so feel content, gentle reader. My sister was driving me to see my father when we were stuck at the longest red light in our hometown. Across the street is a Chinese restaurant called Hunan Spring. One of the people who worked there was arrested for firing a gun in a cul de sac near Route 78. The cops who busted him said there was a pile of dead crows and squirrels. No wonder why their food was so cheap! Down at the town's shopping center there's a Chinese restaurant called Hillary's which has yet to legitimately pass a health department inspection. For the past couple of years they were either squeaking by or paying bribes to remain open. I never frequented these establishments though I once had lunch with Kinja at Hillary's. My poison was the Royal Wok because they had the best fucking fried dumplings. Finally there was a small mystery in my hometown that was finally revealed to me by my father and sister. A local Burger King has been closed for five years for no obvious reason. There was a sign in the door saying they were in the process of redecorating the building but as the years wore on there was no activity and soon the windows were covered up with newspaper. The owners were selling cocaine. Damn. The neighboring liquor store has bought the building and are expanding their enterprise into the old Burger King. Hooray for booze! Moving Out I heard my sister is finally moving out on her own. The place is nine hundred dollars in Edison but that nine hundred covers everything. Holy fuck. Cabin Fever I have cabin fever something fierce. I don't want to go out but I am going to force myself to go out tonight. Plus I wrote an email that I'll probably regret. I saved the draft and discovered another draft of something I wrote before I went to New Jersey. I'll probably send it too. |