02.12.02 :: 1:39 pm
All quiet on the western front, in work news. No one is hear, hardly. I couldn't muster the energy to care less. Port Authority was evacuated this morning, which explains my sitting on a bus for an hour and a half in front on the Lincoln Tunnel. It's gonna be a Valentine's Day of viewing the awesomeness of Sweettit's art project she made with her hubby. And of drinking cheap wine with my girl, Ruby. And not being lonely. A couple of nights ago, we watched some black and white horror film with starring a lady who closely resembled his ex. He told me he thought the ex had a 1930's movie star quality to her face, which I suppose could be true, but it's not something I needed to hear right before Valentine's Day and it made me want to hack my lopsided face off for about twelve minutes, until I realized that beauty is meaningless when there is no soul in that empty, unkind, rattling cage of hers. I pick ten million ugly years to one nanosecond of her life. When he comes back on Friday, we celebrate. |