Friday, July 09, 2004
Friday Morning Update: In my continuing ascent toward asceticism via the road of Jameson's Irish Whisky, I managed to shed my cell phone last night. I'm pretty sure it's somewhere between that lower east side bar in which I was poisoning myself last night and that Washington Square Park bench that looked so cozy at quarter to five.
Well, it's nice to know that this is becoming a regular thing. If I ran into you last night, you should be ashamed. Don't you people have any decency? Really. One of us has got to be adult about this relationship and it's clearly not going to be me.
