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Monday, June 30, 2008

Miss Popularity

Thanks to the miracle that is Facebook, I've been tracking down some of my fabulous friends from Before. I don't know why, I'm no longer a player in that league, having embraced whole-heartedly the Obese White Trash lifestyle of my adopted country, but I guess I still yearn for the old days in Paris, London and New York.
So I found an old friend of mine, an aspiring writer when I knew him sixteen years ago. He lives in New York now, he's on facebook; a glamorous black and white photo of him looking not a day older than the last time I saw him, first name and last, it was definitely him. I send a 'friend request' and...much to my surprise, I do not hear back from him. There are many reasons why this might be, I tell myself. Maybe he's on assignment somewhere where there is no internet ( where is that exactly?) Maybe he doesn't check his facebook very often/ever ( ok but facebook sends you an email every time someone sends you a message and who doesn't check their emails?) Maybe the dog ate his homework and the check is in the mail. Maybe he's married now and his wife is insanely jealous because he's secretly in love with me, or maybe, ( and this one seems by far the most likely) he's just too intimidated by my phenomenal success to get in touch with me.

Thursday, June 5, 2008

New Job

Now that I'm working at the extra-special school with the extra-special kids who have extra-special needs, I end up being extra-specially damn tired at the end of the day. Working with the developmentally disabled kids is hard, but not as hard as working with the 'emotionaly disturbed' kids who have nothing technically wrong with them except their whole lives so they are all one step away from Juvie, in fact most of them are in and out of the legal system and the school, sporting their ankle bracelets like badges of honor, and their parole officers make surprise visits to the school frequently.
Life is full of choices; the girl who poops in her hand or the boy who tazered an eighty year old woman in order to steal her purse?

Monday, June 2, 2008

I love my family

Do you have relatives who come and stay with you who are super-sensitive and very easily offended and who constantly make jokes at your expense?
Me neither.