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Today in NYC the weather was absolutely fucking fabulous. Undoubtedly one of those days you will look back on for decades with longing and envy. If I hadn’t been running to work, confused by the time changes, I would have enjoyed it longer. (I take this moment to curse at all of you who still haven’t changed your clocks and dont see why thats dumb).
I am really saddened by our loss of Pope John Paul II. As a Catholic he was an important figure in my life. He was the only priest I have ever listened to that I truly believed was connected to God. His actions and viewpoints never swayed from the path he preached. He lived as best he could in the same sacrificial way that Jesus laid out for us to follow. I have never known any Pope but this one and do not know how easy it will be to accept someone else as my spiritual leader. I am saddened byt the humanization that replacement brings to the office of the Father of the church. I believe Pope John Paul II was better than most humans and therefore the office was too. Now I am afeard that this new Papal figure will bring down the office in my eyes, and I will lose faith.
Tonight I was stuck on the subway. underneath the East River of all places. There was a stalled train in front of us and we couldnt move. So, after a half hour standstill, the train travelled backwards to the preceding Manhattan stop and we escaped into the dark night and all fought for taxis. boo. you have no idea how boo that is. took me two hours to get home. boo. and an extra 14 dollars. boo.
I think someone tried to slip something into my drink last night. Only not a roofie, but like coke or something. Because all of a sudden I had this surge of energy and was chewing on my tongue and twitching the occasional shoulder. Oh, and these people kept inviting me into the bathroom to do coke and i kept saying no thanks. New York has a lot of coke heads. fucking 80’s, man. whatever.
lets see…what else. ah yes, Knicks basketball players made me work a couple hours late tonight as they chomped away on steak after the game. We had to keep the restaurant open just for them. and their hoes of course. Basketball players are fucking tall!!! 6′9 doesn’t sound to me like such a big number but I now know it is. crazy mad tall guy. living in his own atmosphere tall. Don’t see how he fits into cars tall. There’s a good chance I wouldnt be able to beat him up tall.

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