[repost from old manual-style blog]
fine. it's a blog.
secondlife.com. ok; i went to a wedding party tonight in chinatown. two weddings this weekend, plus moving around the corner and up the stairs. they're renovating our loft. what was illegal is now residential. cancelled the satellite tv. electricity goes off in the old place monday and goes on in the new place monday. i hope the crossover time isn't more than six or eight hours. life without electricity is no good.
so i went to a wedding party tonight. first person there. fuck. i came right on time. i know, because i was There. secondlife.com. they do everything in pacific time. linden servers are in san francisco, i guess. anyway, there was this masters/subs pet show in the adult district, and i showed up three hours early...
i worked with this one male at the wedding party. i worked with more than that, but for this example: he got me high three times! tonight! i didn't remember him, and for that i am a prick. but he got me high three times. for that, respect, thank you! but even tho, in the l.e.s., getting high on the street with no giulianicops taking us in, i was thinking about the pet show.
i showed up just after it finished. fuck! i showed up at the wedding party too early. not desperately early; there was a whole table there for the same party as i was, and they showed up right after i did. i played it cool, tho. reserved. stand-off-ish.
two weddings this weekend. and i have to move. fuck. eric's been out a week already. helen and i just keep squatting amidst the war zone... helen went to double happiness. no! wrong happy! there was no phone reception in happy ending. i never got her message until i went out to have a smoke, which took place after her cab crossed the williamsburg bridge. too far to come back. come back! fuck. look at the watch. fuck. 11:12.
helen, please be awake!
poor love. they're making her work tomorrow at six ai em. she doesn't even have to get up that early on the week-days, and she's corporate! how can they do that to her?
so: i showed up at the pet show late. the master/sub:master/pets had all gone home. i should have stayed in the second life. only i was much, much too early. or i should have stayed in the lower east side. but i missed my wife.
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