On Being a Cliche |
With way to much time on my hands a computer in front of me I find myself doing the inevitable late night myspace browsing session. Starting with a current friend's page and ending up reading the prof...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Aug 2006 21:04:00 GMT |
300 Words on Why this Morning was the Worst Ever |
On my way home from work at 8:00am, I'm thinking about making myself a peanut butter and jam sandwich and going to sleep immediately. At home, I'm standing in the middle of my kitchen, staring at the ...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Aug 2006 21:17:00 GMT |
happy birthday |
The weirdest thing about turning twenty-three in a country where you have no friends and practically no connections to anything is that half of your day can go by before you actually remember tha...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Aug 2006 17:12:00 GMT |
Pablouw Picasso |
The only thing more awkward than Dutch hip-hop is Dutch folk-rock sung in English. And the only thing stranger to me than the fact that I'm starting to like Dutch hip-hop (mostly for the novelty of it...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Aug 2006 19:28:00 GMT |
Meltdown |
Today the espresso machine stops working while I'm cleaning it and I have a near nervous breakdown because I can't decide if its my fault or not. I imagine my boss taking my first paycheck and using i...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Aug 2006 18:27:00 GMT |
George Michael and the Sweaty Rat that Died on His Face |
A few days pass. Some things change. Some things do not change. I officially have a job and, according to the Dutch government, I officially do not exist. Im not in the computer system, so I must be s...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Aug 2006 04:21:00 GMT |
Zaandam |
I answer an ad in a local classified newspaper advertising a room for rent outside of Amsterdam, in Zaandam. The woman who answers the telephone, Sila, tells me that she'll pick me up at th...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Aug 2006 04:46:00 GMT |
Heathrow |
I spend the better part of the last two hours on the plane locked in the tiny bathroom, alternately puking my fucking guts up and rinsing my putrid mouth with non-potable water. I puke in bag while I ...
Posted by on Thu, 20 Jul 2006 00:10:00 GMT |
LAX to Heathrow |
My brother drops me at the Airport Bus Terminal at 11:00am. The next two hours are a blur of hazy vicodin sleep and churning stomach from the Egg McMuffin I inhale while waiting for the bus. A wi...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Jul 2006 04:45:00 GMT |
