23rd
Seven years and like two weeks
I don’t get the feeling anyone visits this awful blog anymore. And that’s fine. I haven’t posted anything new in ages. Thanks for dropping by if you’re reading this now, but this post is for me.
Note to self: Wednesday, January 21 marks the day I got laid off from my thankless job at the Japanese Multinational Recording Company. Seven years of service, and I’m ethered like Pearl Harbor. Oh well. I guess I can get in line with the other half a million people at the Unemployment Office.
Pour some out for your homie.
Oh, and I just remembered. It’s right around the seven year anniversary of when my crap Park Slope apartment caught on fire. Honestly, that was the best thing to happen to me in New York, after meeting the Mrs. Ah the memories.
