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Where have all the angels gone now that all the acid's done...
10:25 a.m. | 2002-12-18 Sitting at home, listening to Cosmic Rough Riders, sipping some 100% vegetable juice, toes freezing, nose sniffling, eyes groggily working, wondering about the state of love and pondering about going to the weight-room to pump thee ole iron. Passing time and missing people is turning into a full aerobic event. I went out last night to a Mexican joint and had a veggie burrito with frijoles negros and spanish rice. It was HUUUGE!!! It was the size of a small child. Needless to say, I could only snarf down half and save it's delicious twin for later mastecatory perusal. It was Roxanne, Ricardo, Katie F., Katie S., Sana and myself, also known as Ms. Pumarejo, Mr. Sales, Ms. Franklin, Ms. Starling, Ms. Lodhi and Mr. Swaney, as we unabashadely and unconciously call each other since we do that while working with the kiddies. We talked about life and living and concepts and people and our supervisors, Ms. Butterfield and Mr. Hoefer. The standout of the night was Ricardo spitting water all over Sana's nachos due to Roxy saying something funny about her roommate to the tune of "She's a ho". Sana just met a guy she has known from the internet and this weekend he is flying her to Vegas. She says he is super cool and nice and polite (from the midwest, of course) and I am happy for her and for anyone that uses new or old forms of finding love and happiness. I wonder what an internet romance would be like. A little nerve-racking and probably it would not get much support from friends and family. It would be tough, but I think it is not even close to a farce. People just need to not be so damned East Coast cynical. I really like this group of kids and I need to hang with them more, even though I am their elder by 4 years. I am the old man of the Cool School mentors, but I probably act the youngest, not to mention I still look 19/20. Like anyone, I just want to belong and have people to hang with. Well, I am plum out of words to spin onto the page, so I leave with leaving a bare-thread hither-thither entry. On a post-script, my biological clock is going off and I can only hit snooze so many times before I go blind!! =P |