Friday, June 28, 2002

a daring report from the middle of evil virgin territory:

I've been working from the Evil Virgin's desk for the past two days, because of this big file assessment thing we're doing (I have deemed it: The Reckoning). Basically, this is not a problem, especially since it means having an office with a window! Yes, that's a window straight to the outside world. The problem is that there's this guy in the building across the street, who just stands in his window staring in this direction. Now, obviously I can't see his eyes, so I don't know for a fact that he's staring at me, but I do feel like he is. Especially since every time I look up at him, he turns away and acts like he's doing something else. But five minutes later, he's back...

So, what else is new... I hung out with those two blogger boys I mentioned. Such boys. It was all pirates vs. ninjas, mp3s, and pornographic anime. Did have some fun though forcing Art to dance. Some pursuits are so worth the time spend on them...

Ugh, he is soooooooo starring at me. Stop it creepy stranger across the steet!! Stop it!!!

Wednesday, June 26, 2002


Does this painting look haunted to you? Apparently it is and it drives people mad, makes them sick, and sells for big bucks on ebay. I kind of like it. Jeremy warned me not to put it up on my blog or people might die. Yeah, like that's going to stop me...

It's like 100 degrees in Boston today and I'm wearing black stockings. How smart am I? I went for a walk during work and this guy good-naturedly hit on me, and I almost stabbed him. I could have too. I have a butterfly knife and, man, does it purr....

Who should I kill? Who should I kill?

Monday, June 24, 2002

Well, finished cleaning up from Saturday night party on Monday morning (not that I was doing much work sunday). Have come to the conclusion that for some people, a party is a game where you try to hide as many cigarette butts and bottle caps in as many places in someone's home as you can. On the plus side, found someone's little plastic bag still quite full.

Well, let's see...

I chickened out on wearing a corset... despite Jeremy's pleadings. Big Dumb Bastard's new girlfriends hit on some guy I didn't know, and Bid Dumb Bastard threatened to beat him up. Scott almost lit himself on fire doing a flaming sambuka shot. Kenny almost fell off my balcony while smoking a cigar. Dana hooked up with this guy Mark from work, who is currently standing behind me, asking me how long she's going to be in Boston and if "the three of us should hang out tonight?"

Jeremy and I made pals with two guys who have blogs (I couldn't tell if they were a couple or not), and the three of us pledged to check out each other's blogging efforts. One of them kept demanding I tell him my real name. I thought that was funny. Here's Stephen and here's Art.

I met a really interesting girl named Anastasia, but then Jackie showed up with about a hundred people, and it was all madness from there. Music included White Stripes, Dressy Bessy, Ghost World soundtrack, Siouxsie and The Banshees, Alien Sex Friend, some crazy japanese jazz Jeremy brought called Cowboy Bebop, Tiger Trap, Daniel Lanois, Apples in Stereo, Strokes, Space, Hives, Manson, etc. Stuff like that....

That's about it....