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n o v e m b e r 1 3 , 1 9 9 9 .
so, first of all: mea culpa mea culpa maxima mea culpa. i'm lame for not updating my pages in forever. i've been really busy living life and not as busy as i'd like to be remembering and writing about it. i know it's the cool thing to say that that's not important, or that that's what people do when they don't have a life, but it means a lot to me and i've missed it. some quick recaps:
thursday, september 23, 1999. work out at my new gym. there are these two guys that i always see there, and they give me weird looks. pet peeve: guy making eyes at you but doesn't know how to do it in a friendly, i'm-a-normal-person way. left gym, run home, eat and run, meet friends at 2i's. drum and bass upstairs, hip-hop and soul downstairs, friends from old job upstairs, friends from new job downstairs. chat with judith's friend from out of town about nasdaq, twilo, and what the hell the job title "producer" means. leave and walk home because it's so nice outside. get online and start chatting with a new friendturns out he lives on the same block. the comment that i'm very attractive comes up, and i say that his expectations are high, since he hasn't seen me in the flesh yet. i leave my apartment to meet him and lock myself out. go to his place, meet his dog, devise game plan for re-entry at 2:00am. god forbid there actually is a fire at my place, because the fire escape is impossible to reach without crawling under a chained-up barbed wire fence, clambering over two semi trucks parked bumper to bumper, and stumbling through the back parking lot that is covered with broken glass. turns out that the back door is unlocked. all is well. hang out at my place for a minute, and as he leaves says and by the way, my expectations aren't high.
sunday, september 26, 1999. eat a lovely brunch along avenue a with sarah. the
tuesday, october 5, 1999. i've had the chance to meet many lovely people recently, in person and virtually, through this site. sb, ja, dm, sf, db, tm, you know who you are.
there are difficult points of form that i must learn for my new job. they include how to dress, how i manage a project, how i talk to people, how i flirt with guys and girls in the workplace, and are pushing me to rethink and relearn. living in the city is a similar aggressive learning curve. have to figure out how to balance certain thingsi love going out to eat, but i love the way that certain boys look (that i don't look like), and these two things aren't resolving themselves. i love what strange examples i think of. i love down time, being busy, time at home to write and read, but i feel like i should be milking the city of what it has. baby, dry your eyes; cuz i can hold you through these times; i guess i will now. obviously these things can all exist alongside each other, and this is the tricky thing that i'm trying to figure out. even if i didn't like the way she sang, i would admire erykah badu solely because she's ballsy enough to get her backup vocalists to use "badu" as a background scat. i'll be with you night and day i love you baby all the way.
