At long last. |
Fall has officially descended on Philadelphia. For the time being, gone are the days of sweaty backs and brows, still and stifling air, and summer bugs, to be replaced by cool winds, cider, slee...
Posted by Dago Hooligan on Fri, 12 Oct 2007 06:00:00 PST |
Mission... Impossible? |
So here I sit, in the company of my actual roommate, my spiritual roommate, and a waitress who (at the ripe young fighting age of 22) is tough as nails. An album my contrarian nature fights is playin...
Posted by Dago Hooligan on Fri, 06 Jul 2007 08:55:00 PST |
Yeah, that didn't last long. |
Machines are humiliating me. I tried to put in a movie last night, forgetting that every time I turn on my CD player it has a message that lingers for ten seconds. It simply says:
...
Posted by Dago Hooligan on Thu, 21 Jun 2007 11:34:00 PST |
Parts of me are still asleep. |
The other parts feel dead. Where to begin... hmmm. I'll begin with the end.I think I might've gotten dumped last night. Which is awesome, y'know, because now I get to feel like my in...
Posted by Dago Hooligan on Sun, 17 Jun 2007 10:30:00 PST |
My My. |
In one month got new job, about to move into new apartment, and am getting play like gangbusters (ahem! not gangbangers, mind you). Smiling, buoyant, and in no immediate danger of backslidi...
Posted by Dago Hooligan on Sat, 12 May 2007 09:46:00 PST |
And Today. |
Philly men (and I suspect all men) look fantastic in suits. I wish that putting Rick in the ground wasn't the reason this thought appeared, but them's the breaks. When I pulled on my black...
Posted by Dago Hooligan on Thu, 12 Apr 2007 01:23:00 PST |
Today. |
Right now: twelfth hour of work, third beer, fourth smoke (damn!), chicken salad sandwich long since burned off. Great shivering laughs against the skyline with the best crew a girl could work w...
Posted by Dago Hooligan on Thu, 12 Apr 2007 06:52:00 PST |
Complete Sap. |
Walking home the other night I ran into one of the title holders to my heart. Although I see her often it was pure happenstance that I left my office when I did, that she left hers when she did (on he...
Posted by Dago Hooligan on Thu, 22 Mar 2007 11:35:00 PST |
Evidence |
Hour eleven at work, bottle of wine cracked, Ghostface as loud as my speakers will allow. God I love this song. Love. This. Song.
It'll turn into hour twelve or thirtee...
Posted by Dago Hooligan on Thu, 25 Jan 2007 06:06:00 PST |
Blustery day. |
Color me lame, but were catching the sideswipe of Hurricane-Whoever's-Turn-It-Is-Now and when I get off work (early! yay!) I intend to do nothing but have a long swim at the Y, buy a huge bottle of hi...
Posted by Dago Hooligan on Fri, 01 Sep 2006 12:21:00 PST |
