• Archive for September, 2008

    Impossible!!!

    September 17, 2008 // 2 Comments »

    My cuddly friends,

    This morning I googled myself. That is how desperately bored I am. I secretly have a terrible complex about my lack of internet presence, although this is in reality a just tribute to my reserved-ness. No MySpace, no Facebook, no awards or articles. Nada. Nothing (to quote an overzealous Giuliani). So, periodically, in moments of more-than-usual ennui, I google myself. Today, an entry actually popped up. “Boy oh boy,” I thought. “My time has come! I am no longer an irrelevant speck on the face of the earth. No no, today I am inducted into the ranks of the other self-important individuals who thrust themselves into public view.” You can only imagine my ecstasy! Here is what I found, and on www.urbandictionary.com, en plus:

     

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    ylana frydman

    7 up, 8 down

     

    a girl who has the most enormas boobs in the dwight school. her boobs could be used for good and bad.for instence, she could sufficate some one or help a child that has a skin deffect and needs more skin to cover it up (if only freddy cruger new about them)

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    Posted in Marfa, TX

    Merde!!!

    September 15, 2008 // No Comments »

    Here is look at what’s been going on since I left for San Francisco:

    There was the incident with the beautiful Turkish bus boy: After je me suis tordu la cheville (ignore spelling), I insisted still on going to Cafe Zuni, a restaurant in SF I have wanted to go to for years. On my way out, the bus boy asked me if I’d like to go out with him. I told him I couldn’t move. He insisted that perhaps when he got off work we could walk around. Of all things? No no, I don’t think you understand, I said. I can’t walk. Hence the reason I have been sitting in your restaurant like a complete lamo with my leg propped up and my jeans unbuttoned for extra comfort. Guess he didn’t catch that? And I had Tchae in a bag and ordered a burger (the best of my life, by the by). And I hadn’t fed her at all that day. Keeping her quiet, now that was fun, let me tell you. A real treat. A chocolate sunday with hot fudge sauce, Oreo crumbs, and multi-colored sprinkles (the kind that give you cancer). And maybe a touch of M & M’s… No, I go overboard.

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    Posted in Marfa, TX