Thursday, August 28, 2008

the internet is my playground

Sometimes, when I'm extremely bored, I like to read personal posts on craigslist. It's an awful habit - kind of like watching "Moment of Truth." It's a damn train wreck, but my lurid curiousity gets the best of me.

My home state of Jersey is just a subtab and the juicy stuff always happens in the city (New York City for people living outside the tri-state). Missed Connections always get me. My favorite are the men who write about women - they are modern-day sleuths. They detail everything -

You were on the E train at 7:14 a.m.

You pushed your hair behind your ear before crossing Lexington

Saw you at Whole Foods - you picked up the extra spicy organic salsa

Really? Really? I am sure that those girls were making a mental note - that guy looked at me. I must check craigslist for a post about our immediate attraction to one another! I have a radical thought. Why not...wait for to the person? It sure beats refreshing your e-mail for week and then catching a beer with your friends, saying, "I should have talked to that girl!" You might have an engaging conversation, exchange numbers - even get their name.

Then at least you can Facebook stalk them.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

end of summer, beginning of a blog

I used to hate when Labor Day approached. You spend the whole year planning what you are going to do once summer hits. Drop a few pounds. Get a tan. Pick up painting. Hit the beach. Dance at clubs. Just exploit every minute of extra daylight you have.

But then Labor Day weekend comes and you realize that all you did was watch Maury reruns while sitting under the air conditioner with a pint of coffee Heath Bar crunch. Summer's over and you have to go back to school.

Good thing I'm done with school! Now turn up the volume, I want to hear "You ARE the FATHER!"