Life.

Today, around 4:30, I ate some food. I went to life cafe, got myself a cup of coffee, the muscles with the bacon and cream sauce, and some french fries. In the mornings there is always this waitress/bartender that plays cool music, today it Prince. It was a pretty awesome breakfast.

Adventures in BK

I was walking home, it was well after last call, and after deciding there were no after hours places in Williamsburg I struggled to find my way home on foot. I was somewhere on Broadway. It was a long walk home, and I wasn't in the greatest of moods, and I thought that maybe my hand was broken(it's not). It had been an interesting night. And my phone had blown up. Still worked well enough to get me directions home. Then I met this big black dude. I never got his name.

He was all like, "Yo man, you got fitty cents?"

And I was all like, "Shit yeah." It was true, I had gotten fifty cents somewhere in my travels for the night. I reached into the little change pocket of my pants, and gave this guy fifty cents, "What'cha buying?" I asked, for some reason I cared at the time.

"A forty!" he was pretty excited.

"Alright man, sounds like a great time!"

Then this other lady started yelling, "You gonna buy me some beer or are you going to stand around talking all night."

I laughed, and told hm to have a good night. And I'm sure her did, all because of my fifty cents.

Stuck in the middle with you.

So I ended up just buying aother new iPhone. It would have cost me $200 to fix the screen on my broken one, and since I was starting a new plan with AT&T I got a new phone for only $200. Whatever, I don't like having money anyway. And now I can take videos, and my phone has a compass.

Getting the phone was a HUGE pain in the ass though. I get to the Apple store in Soho, stopping to see some locals before I got there, and get directed to the line. Wasn't that bad, waited for maybe half an hour. This very cute little black girl helps me. Her name was Nicole, and she was very exctied that her red and white Nikes matched the red and white case for her phone. So far, this is painless. We set almost everything up, transfer my number from T Mobile yada yada. Now time for the credit check. We had to call AT&T for this, and the guy on the phone has to ask me some security questions.

Questions 1: What was the name of the loan company that I used for the student loan I paid off last year.
Answer 1: Are you serious? I have no idea.
Question 2: How much did you pay monthly?
Answer 2: I didn't pay monthly, I paid them all off in full right away.
Question 3: I'm sorry, we can't help you. You need to go to an AT&T store and settle this.

Ugh. Nicole gives me a note saying that when I get back I don't have to wait in line. Everyone in the store is confused by the amount of bullshit that is happening right now.

At the AT&T store, I wait in line for another half hour or so, but I stopped on the way to get some coffee, so it wasnt all bad. I was kind of pissed though, the guy in front of me was taking a really long time, mostly because he didn't understand that the credit/debit options on his debit card are basically the same thing, and the guy helping him was having trouble explaining it. Anyway, once at the counter, the guy at the store tells me that the guy on the phone was a moron, and without a fax number to send an approved credit check to, I'd have to just get a plan, buy random phone, and then go back to Apple, and buy an iPhone at full price. He suggests I just go back and try again, and hope to get someone on the phone who isn't a moron. Or to come back with a fax number.

So now I'm stuck in the middle, a place on each side of me that cant help me with out help from the other, but they cant help eachother help me. I go back to the Apple store. Nicole is leaving, she explians my situation to someone else, and we get to work. New guy, Danny, is totally blown away by this. We do EVERYTHING again, and then, the call center for the credit check is closed. FUCK. So he does some digging with his bosses, and they come up with a higher up number for AT&T. We call it, this guy is a real big douche bag, Danny stops multiple times to tell him to calm down, and lose the attitude. And then, we explain to him that the address on my credit card is from Maine because I was living there when I got it, he says, "Oh, well, that makes sense. Ok, he's approved."

Seriously? This took me like 4 hours. I was a little frustrated, but mostly happy. Combine all this with the night I had the night before, I was alittle all over the place. So I went to a Sushi place, and some some sweet food and a Kirin Light. It was nice.

I was so angry.

So I never, ever, drop my phones. But last night I did, wasn't even that bad. Went to slip my phone into my pocket and just missed, and it fell to the ground. The screen blew the fuck up.

I just dropped 200 bucks buying it from Jesse, and now it's fucked. And I can't get help from Apple, because it's a hacked phone.

So, now I'm going to cancel my T-Mobil plan, for $150, and buy another new iPhone the correct way, for $300. This way, if something happens again, I'm covered.

Maybe I'll just see if I can get a plan with Apple, and then they'll fix my phone.

I haven't angrier than last night in a long time. Lots of yelling and hitting.

Boom.

So there I am, 6th floor at work, just after 5AM. I've got a luggage cart full of the Sunday New York Times. Even on wheels it's heavy. I think that paper is priced a dollar a pound. For real. 70 papers in total. How there can possibly be that much news every week, I have no idea. I think they probably make some stuff up. Anyway, I'm waiting for the elevator, so I can put the papers out of the 5th floor. Ding. I pull of the end of the cart that turns so I can get it in the elevator, only it doesnt turn. The weight is too much for cheap wheels, and they just stand still, solid as an iceberg. The cart tips as I pull it towards me, and 7o gigantic cruiseship sized newspapers sink abrupty to the floor. I hear the voices of those still awake go quiet, and I think, "FUCK. That was loud." I open my mouth and scream silently in anger, waving my hands frantically in frustration, struggling to keep my sense afloat enough to keep quite. All I can think about is the pain in the ass it's going to be to rescue all these stranded papers. Sunday news sucks.

If I could only get out of bed

Ok, so here's the plan.

I need to go buy eggs. What I actually need to do, is go buy all my groceries, but right now I'm thinking eggs. And cheese of course. Probably some bread too. Next I'd need some veggies. I really want some avocado with my eggs, but they don't come ripe, so unless I try to buy a rip one I'd have to wait a day or two. What I really want to do it go to Life Cafe, and have them make breakfast for me. And maybe get a Bloody Mary. That is so far away though, and they don't even open until 11. And here I am, awake, at 9:30 AM blogging about my plans to get breakfast because I can't seem to leave my bed to do all the things I need to do.

That's somewhat of a plan. I need breakfast. I've gotten that far. Maybe after the Advil kicks in(I need more of that, add it to the grocery list) and I drink a few more glasses of what I'll start being productive.

See, the problem it this. I passed out around 3 last night, and here I am awake 6 hours later. 9AM is way too early for me to get up. I'm spending more time with the family today, which will most likely take all day. No time for a nap. And then I have to work tonight. It's going to be brutal. I wish I used that word more often.

Wonders of interweb wandering

Alice in Wonderland, by Vogue.


I like the photos done for this, and I think the addition of Karl Lagerfeld to the world of Wonderland makes this story a whole lot cooler.

Check these out..

Sean and I need to get some speakers for our record player, it's the last piece of the puzzle.

Player: Check.
Pre-Amp: Check.
Records: Check.
Speakers: Fail.

I was doing my rounds on the internet this morning, checking the usual sites, and I found these thanks to Mr. West. Appropriately named "Woofers"



Seriously, how cool are these?


I think they would go nicely with the half mannequin already in our living room.


(Picture taken from old apartment)