Oh, just read it...

It's after 7:30pm and I'll probably be at work for a while so I came to say hello. Hello.

Here's a little survey I gacked from clumsygyrl:

( Just read this, too )

Happieness is: Lunch with stargems whenever I feel like it because we work two blocks away from each other. I love, love, love our conversations. Both breadth and depth.

Plus...today my copy of L'uomo arrived. So now I have Vibe and L'uomo. I'm just waiting on that copy of Rolling Stone to show up.

And, finally...drumroll, please...on Sunday my friend Brianne, who is one of the most important people in my life, moves from San Diego to NYC. I. Could. Not. Be. Happier. And, actually, I think some of you met her when she was here visiting and we went to see RENT. This is a fantastic way to start 2003.

Back to work I go.

Just because I miss him a bit...

We begin on Christmas Eve with me, Mark, and my roommate, Roger. We
live in an industrial loft on the corner of 11th street and Avenue B, the top
floor of what was once a music publishing factory. Old rock 'n' roll posters
hang on the walls. They have Roger's picture advertising gigs at CBGB's and
the Pyramid Club. We have an illegal wood burning stove; its exhaust pipe
crawls up to a skylight. All of our electrical appliances are plugged into one
thick extension cord which snakes its way out a window. Outside, a small tent
city has sprung up in the lot next to our building. Inside, we are freezing
because we have no heat.

Smile!