Sunday, February 21, 2010

Tina Louise and me

There is no way how things happen sometimes. In like 1990,I was a waiter at The Russian Tea Room. Good gig.
We (my maitre d did) get the list of celebs/important (or impotent) people that day. Normal..normal...normal, and then I see her at the podium. My love, my scrap book making woman. La Louise. Ona,the maitre d, had no where to sit her but in the middle of the Russian Tea Room and the tables we called Siberia. I did not have the pleasure of waiting on her. I braved myself, and when her campanion went tothe rest room, I moved in like an unwanted 2nd cousin. "You know" I stated while clearing the borsht remains, "God's little Acre" was a great film. Hook,Line and sinker. She was blotting her lipstick on a tissue I quickly buried in my pocket when discarded. I hovered so uncomfortably, I started reciting her Imdb bio a decade beforeit's inception.She invited me to her daughter's 21 party or some such thing (her graduation from NYU) I can not recall,but it was at the club, MK. I wore leather pants that night (it was June) I was dying. She wore this gorgeous leopard wrap dress (cheetah? Cougar), I had a drink, and I left while this little surfer punk was hitting her up.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

One asshole

Man....You turned into the biggest asshole. I absolutely despise you. Billy Joel looks better.
I saw U2 at Cornell in like 82-83. it was roucous (sp). Sublime. I saw you again in 86...still small. I moved away and when i came back you were HUGE. Now,you (as the papers say) wear your oblig.glasses and you fake helping everyone yet dodging taxes. You sanctimonious piece of shit


Ya see. These people I was hanging around with were,I'm not saying beneath me, but they were not me. This charactor Steve, that i absolutly loved for bringing my face from a frown,up side down, I love. And then you get out of these closed quarters and you see how these people are. He treated everyone like they were his nurse.He littered profuselly, without err. He talked so loud on the phone on the train you would just slide further down the train so as not to know him.
This dickbag said something about me.

Sunday, February 07, 2010

Part 88

This guy Steve was the biggest dick. I started being in public. I swear, he like threw his bagel wrapper on thr floor of the train. Besides that, he talked on the phone and he was this loud bitch. He is trying 'save me'
This guy is so fucking stupid to realizehe is a caricature. Albanian or Yugo as he is.What a fucking dick. I absolutely hate this guy. Maybe heis pissedoff because, he felt , "felt" I was gay. And I made zero passes on this dick face.You should haveheard the stories both him and Castellano told. Fucking bullshit.