damn internet

is my apartment cursed? we finally get internet instead of stealing from the neighbors, and it dies. blogging may be spotty this week. for now, writing downstairs before i open the bar.

and speaking of this week, what a week! r.i.p. pavarotti and madeleine l'engle.

my rant for today is against the woman sitting next to me at joya on saturday night.

i'd say she was forty-ish, super-skinny and blonde. her shirt read "BEAUTY ADDICT" in big letters across her chest. while my friend and i were at the bar waiting for a table, she complained endlessly -- this drink is too strong (!), it's too crowded etc etc etc.

we finally get a table that happens to be right next to her and her older male companion. friend? lover? sugar daddy? couldn't tell.

the two start telling stories of their travels. she starts talking about india.

"wow, what was so shocking for me is that everyone was so skinny! i mean, i'm pretty skinny, but that's because i have good metabolism and work out. but these people are skinny because they have no food!"

i swear, i'm not a violent person, but damn if i didn't want to get up and slap her silly.

too busy today for more. if you want more blogging, check this out.