Friday, April 19, 2002

What You Wish For

The story goes, be careful for what you wish for, you just might get it. I've been wise enough to never want anything out of fear that it might actually happen. Boyfriends, jobs, locations, needs, wants, all of it, I wish out loud for. I secretly do not wish for. Why? Cause life has a way of giving you exactly what you want, when you least expect it, and almost never in the form of which you wanted it in the first place.

Or at least it is handed to you before or after a little strife. So what was it I was handed? I was handed a promotion of sorts. And I was also given a huger responsibility that I may or may not regret. And I was also handed more expectations that was managed with little respect for my title, my presence, and my being. It comes with a fattie raise, but that kind of treatment doesn't merit any dollar value. It's not cool, but I'll make it work. You watch me.

Amelie and Frank n Beans

I went out with Dick in a Glass to watch Amelie. I adore this movie to pieces, as many of you know. I also do have the soundtrack because I'm a sucker for accordian music. Quit laughing at me. After the flick, we went to meet up with Fabloaf and Frank n Beans. Had a few drinks at a so-called sports bar, but we all know the only kind of sports goin' on there were smokin', drinkin' and the lone pool table. After a beer and Frank n Beans' story about nude hot tubbing (with other peeps in the tub? oh hell no, I'd get pissed too), we bounced to Calzone's, my second fave restaurant in the City. We grabbed some great window seats (sorry DiaG) and watched the parade of stars: Penn & Teller, Ben Stiller, Malcolm in the Middle dude, Coolio, Jude Law, and the D-Line of the Russian Women's Football team.

Note to men: If you happen to see that a woman's back is to you, and she is clearly not paying attention to you, do not attempt the pick and roll, merely fade out. Sad game (which equals zero)multiplied with the force, say of 3 men, still equals zero. Thanks for playing. Oh yah, and if you want a girl's number, don't just take out your phone and expect her to give it to you. Ask, you moron.

Time for me to get to bed, I have a lot of things to do tomorrow before Git in My Belly's baptism tomorrow.

Good night and much love,
Voodoo


posted by Voodoo Child @ 8:48:00 PM