Gary FLIPPIN' Glitter

One might think it would be funny to sign up for Yahoo! Alerts on Gary Glitter...

But it's not.

Due to his upcoming execution in Vietnam, dozens of these alerts are sent to my inbox every day.

Since Yahoo is the email I use for work-related stuff, I get so excited thinking it might be an email from someone who wants to hire me, giving me millions of dollars and a chauffeur and a pet elephant, only to be reminded that Gary Glitter is about to be guillotined. Boo FRICKETY HOO, Gary. GALLOWS SHMALLOWS. I don't have a JOB.

Anal Hell.

Thought of the day, inspired by Michael Jackson's "Heal the World"

I hate "the entire human race."

My life = suffering

No one wants to give me money. Why is that? i am excellent at many things, and have many marketable skills.

For instance, i dare anyone to find a better nicknamer. Give me 30 seconds with a person and they will have a spot-on, if cruel nickname. Give me a few months of close aquaintanceship, and they'll have a personalized, affectionate name derived most likely from scatological, religious, or MOM-related themes. This is a marketable skill.

Also, I am remarkably good at reading many newspapers, blogs about the Middle East, magazines, and political cartoons. i do it for hours every day. isn't this important in the workplace?

Anal hell.

My favorite coffeeshop...

Has no electricity, utensils, napkins, or coffee. also, there is no soap in the toilets and it's about 90 degrees. and the food is stale.

I come here for the free internet. which is unreliable, blinking in and out.

Oh, and there are roaches.

Sadly, i am not making this up.

Today I walked 31 blocks uptown and then the same 31 blocks back downtown along 6th Avenue. I did this bc I was scared to take the subway bc some fuckers want to blow it up.

I was wearing a skirt, and long stockings. i had to stop in 2 dirty public toilets on 2 separate occasions to change each stocking, bc each of the stockings separately lost its elastic and fell down my leg in public. My legs are inflamed with eczema, and as such need to be covered by stockings.

Also, I was carrying a super-heavy bag filled with extra stockings and my computer and toiletries, and now my back hurts and I desire a massage which I cannot afford.

I believe these events are evidence that my life is hell.

HULLO

I hate you.