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g. I’m an equal-opportunity anti-(religious more(acute accent)s) commentator.
Dave, that makes you a D.
I believe in god but am non religious.
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Rob, if you feel it’s trashy and want to change it, why not volunteer for the day at a homeless shelter/soup kitchen. That would make for a nice Easter afternoon.
that is a nice idea i thought about doing that on christmas but someone said that during the holidays shelters get overrun with volunteers and they really dont need them and to volunteer on non holidays when they need them. truth be told a nice easter to me would be sitting at home (in beanbag of course) relaxing, watching some porn, and drinking my olde english with a fresh pack of bootleg newports, not dealing with people. i think ive become seriously old and bitter (tho im not bitter really)
*rob*
Denton, I’m just a few doors down from Ellis. We might be neighbors! I got on at Rector St. last night when I heard them say it was going to Brooklyn. I’m never in Manhattan late nights either so it was a surprise to me. I always get off at Pacific though and take the B63 the rest of the way home. It takes longer, but it’s usually a nice ride. Last night however we had the bus driver from hell. He was weaving in and out of traffic, flipping people off and laying on the horn the whole time. We almost side swiped at least 3 cars. He also had a radio on very loud and was singing along to “Candle in the Wind.” I was already drunk and by the time I got off the bus I thought I was gonna hurl for sure.
snappy, yeah I pass by Ellis from the R train when going home.
btw I was as shocked as you about the W going to Brooklyn, but just put it down to me not hanging out in Manhattan late on a regular basis. I almost didn’t get on at Union Square, figured I’d wait for the R, but I decided I’d just get off at Whitehall and wait. And it kept going. My lucky night!
Rob, if you feel it’s trashy and want to change it, why not volunteer for the day at a homeless shelter/soup kitchen. That would make for a nice Easter afternoon.
ugh cognitive dissonance today.. i thought my ex would ask me to go to his family’s house on long island to celebrate easter. it’s very big there and i went every year except for last year when i stayed at the party in harlem where i lived. his family has their own fun easter egg hunt but it’s wholesome and for the kids. we would fill the eggs with candy and coins and stuff on the train there and then have a great dinner there with his entire extended family. but he didnt invite me.
now my easter is going up to the apartment i moved out of because it was too much for me to handle up in harlem, get drunk, to search for eggs filled with money, lotto tickets, and drugs :-/ and something just seems so wrong and off about it. like how did this come to be? or should i just look at it like, well that sounds like a great easter by a lot of peoples standards? sometimes i straddle this weird line of accepting and embracing my trashiness and hating on myself for it.
*rob*
BRG, close, but um….