4 July 2004
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R. Linda:
I don't sleep anymore. I get up, get me mail, try to go back to sleep, but nothing. It is this place, the dreary Russian palace full of eggs and cat stink. I can smell it all night through and I know I need to get the hell out of here. So, as of today, I be going to consult the classifieds for a decent abode. I mean if you saw this place from the outside, even the entire neighbourhood, you'd shout -- wow! But I mean this is ridiculous, I have no appreciation of things Russian and let's face it, me history with cats is renownedly (yes, I made up a new word ... or did I?), bad.
I be getting this place for near to nothing as it is, and I should be grateful for that. But there is nothing including a vat of Fabreze that can eliminate o'de chat.
I want to say goodbye to Knob Hill, and hello Union Square. The hotels down there look mighty fine at this point. They are ultra expensive and I can't afford them and the only other temporary accommodation would be the YMCA. The Village People live there and I can't see meself among them. Sigh.
I know I should pack me bags and go back to Bean Town. at least there it was comfortable. I knew me way around and even had friends. Here they don't say much but a mumbled good morning to you as they pick up their morning paper (no eye contact), and me neighbour on the other side who seems to show interest is interested in me only because he likes men. He asked me to go to his local with him tonight. Said they were having a show where some guys dress up as women and the one that does Cher is renowned in California and I don't want to miss that. Well, yes I do.
Other than that, it is me and Pee. Stinky little Pee. She got on me bed last night and was asleep on me head (her fav place it seems), when I dreamt I was sloshing through the stuff, it was waist high in me dream Linda, waist high! I was in such a panic in me dream I woke meself straight up, to find that goddamn cat on me head like a Russian hat. That's why I was dreaming it, I was inhaling it in me sleep. Oi!
I need to do something. Maybe I will go to Ghiaradelli's and eat me weight in chocolate. You have never seen an overweight Irishman, have you? We can eat and drink from sun up, to sun down and never do we gain a pound. I should think about doing that, no one will ever know.
Gabe
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R. Linda:
I don't sleep anymore. I get up, get me mail, try to go back to sleep, but nothing. It is this place, the dreary Russian palace full of eggs and cat stink. I can smell it all night through and I know I need to get the hell out of here. So, as of today, I be going to consult the classifieds for a decent abode. I mean if you saw this place from the outside, even the entire neighbourhood, you'd shout -- wow! But I mean this is ridiculous, I have no appreciation of things Russian and let's face it, me history with cats is renownedly (yes, I made up a new word ... or did I?), bad.
I be getting this place for near to nothing as it is, and I should be grateful for that. But there is nothing including a vat of Fabreze that can eliminate o'de chat.
I want to say goodbye to Knob Hill, and hello Union Square. The hotels down there look mighty fine at this point. They are ultra expensive and I can't afford them and the only other temporary accommodation would be the YMCA. The Village People live there and I can't see meself among them. Sigh.
I know I should pack me bags and go back to Bean Town. at least there it was comfortable. I knew me way around and even had friends. Here they don't say much but a mumbled good morning to you as they pick up their morning paper (no eye contact), and me neighbour on the other side who seems to show interest is interested in me only because he likes men. He asked me to go to his local with him tonight. Said they were having a show where some guys dress up as women and the one that does Cher is renowned in California and I don't want to miss that. Well, yes I do.
Other than that, it is me and Pee. Stinky little Pee. She got on me bed last night and was asleep on me head (her fav place it seems), when I dreamt I was sloshing through the stuff, it was waist high in me dream Linda, waist high! I was in such a panic in me dream I woke meself straight up, to find that goddamn cat on me head like a Russian hat. That's why I was dreaming it, I was inhaling it in me sleep. Oi!
I need to do something. Maybe I will go to Ghiaradelli's and eat me weight in chocolate. You have never seen an overweight Irishman, have you? We can eat and drink from sun up, to sun down and never do we gain a pound. I should think about doing that, no one will ever know.
Gabe
Copyright © 2004 All rights reserved
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