Just One of Those Days

I hate New York today. Everyone’s an asshole and everyone’s in my way. Construction workers rang my doorbell really early this morning to ask if that Honda on the street was mine. No. It’s not. Our trashy next door neighbor told our landlord he was going to punch Kathy in the face, and then tried to get us in trouble by telling the landlord that we have all kinds of cats in the house that he sees every day in our windows. We don’t have any animals. Lucky for me, our landlord believed us when Kathy shouted “I HATE CATS” and gave us a fist-bump, and I get to leave this godforsaken city for a day. Christian and I are going to Philadelphia this afternoon for some hotel opening tonight, and then tomorrow is Alana’s birthday. Sunday I have a shoot I’m excited about, and then the whole New York hatred thing will start all over again on Monday until the following weekend, when we spend three marvelous days away.

That’s a photo of Zane that I didn’t use last time. I’m gonna go eat some food now and then kill someone.

3 Comments to Just One of Those Days

by Roger Zender

On August 8, 2008 at 7:13 pm

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by Jonathan

On August 8, 2008 at 8:16 pm

Yea, that pretty much sucks about the neighbor. Our neighbors try that stuff, too! At least you get to get away for a little while!
by iona

On August 11, 2008 at 3:24 pm

Off the track – but that’s my thought process — the neighbor claiming to see cats in your windows – reminds me of my first apartment 1000 years ago. A high school friend and I had an apartment — Our neighbor across the way screamed at us as we were leaving for work one morning -that if we ever played that music as loud as we played it – she would have us thrown out. We panicked – because we were too poor to own even a radio – let alone a TV or “record player” nor had we even been home. We thought she was crazy but scared we might be thrown out. That night when we were walking home from work – about a block away – we heard this HORRIBLE noise and as we got closer we were horrified to find that it was coming from our apartment! –Turns out – her boyfriend at the time was coming in when we were home with a guitar and big speakers and playing guitar (which he could not do very well) —

Cats are not to be trusted.