Today. Today is Coney Island day! Gonna ride the Cyclone, probably for the last time… so they say. Gonna grab some Nathan’s Famous and walk the boardwalk. It’s the end of my long weekend of many things… I went shopping for 4 hours on Friday, bought a few things. Had some people drop by for stoop drinking. Saturday was pretty damn chill… until we decided to truck out to Long Island and party it up on the beach. Was amazing fun… poolside drinking watermelon and cherry margaritas. Burgers. Dogs. Chips. And all kinds of other goodness. Sunday was wake up to early day… brought a friend to the airport… did some movie watching, went to brunchie brunch with Stella, and went home to do some freelance. Stella came by after work and we rode the couch until about 2am. Then, we decided, we wanted tacos and margaritas! So perfect, the place was empty and we just relaxed. And, now, well, I’m ‘up’, but not quite awake and making plans to kill the afternoon with tourists… or, is that kill tourists day this afternoon, hehe. Coney Island isn’t going to know what hit them today!

All I can say… karma is a bitch. I’d had to be stuck in a city I don’t like, an apartment I can’t stand, and a job I loathe. Alone. We all know who I’m talking about. It’s funny, a few people had some kind words to speak about her tonight, but, then when they heard about the shit which went down… it turned into the more honest conversation. I’ve since told my friends, do NOT withhold shit from me. You’ll earn more of a lasting friendship with me if you tell me what you really think, and stop protecting me. It’s not a huge issue… but, in order for things to progress, it’s nice. I’m not sure why I really still care, sometimes I do, and then I don’t. But, when I care for a brief minute… it all fades away. It’s really sad. It’s also fucking annoying. The shit talk is stupid. I’ve closed the door, and moved on, and shut my mouth. Ok, I’m writing about it here, but, it’s more because I’m still pissed someone can actually be that way towards another person. Me, of all people, as well. Whatever… I don’t even know why my damn brain thinks this shit. I guess maybe to work beyond it. I dunno. Maybe I should go down to the sixth borough and teach a few people a lesson. Then again, that would acknowledge any lowly existance of them, and I can’t really waste my time on that. Yet, I write about it here… maybe that’s how fucking pissed off I really am. Mmm… who knows. I bet the Sens win the cup.

Hungover… yet, somehow, very satisfied. Still, very tired though. I need some good rest this evening, and then it’s long weekend. What!? Yes… I’m not doing much, so, if you want to cruise by the stoop, crack open some brew and chew the shit. Let me know.

Dude. Such an amazing show. It’s cool to go watch your friends band play, and support something local. And, then, added bonus of seeing a great band, Jucifer, play like you have no idea. Powerful noise like you can’t imagine. Even with ear plugs my ears are ringing a little bit. I even was able to talk to Amber a bit, and make some conversation about doing some tour posters for them. Which, obviously, would kick some serious ass.

As my dear friend says, “C’mon. The hat’s gotta match the outfit. Everyday, it’s a different hat.”