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Read: Jesus’ Son and The Things They Carried (Discuss with Chuck)

Gigs: Knitting Factory 6/3. Mercury Lounge 6/11. The Fez 6/30?

Work on the song about the long, cruel winter/the homeless population/the church visit

Write an ode to Cleo’s vagina/a dark, sacred place/brings me to my knees/the only church where this sinner worships

Sex in a confessional booth

Oh my God. I grabbed a pen and drew a devil and flames, adding my own note: You’re going to hell!

“It was house music all night long and we danced until four in the morning,” Annika said.

“So did you join the naked dancing girls?” I asked.

“No, but a bunch of us jumped in a fountain and had an orgy,” she said.

I laughed. “You did not.”

“We jumped in the fountain and nearly got arrested but sadly, there was no orgy,” she said. “So what’s up with you?”

I cleared my throat. “I have some news and I know it sounds crazy and it’s all happened so fast and I really, really don’t want to upset you, but?—”

“Oh my god! You’re pregnant!”

“What? No. No, I’m not pregnant. Why would you even?—”

“Don’t tell me you eloped. If you cheated me out of a wedding, I will be so pissed off. We need to plan it and I need to be your maid of honor and we’ll need to find the perfect?—”

“I didn’t elope. I’m not pregnant. And I have no intention of getting married or having a baby anytime soon, if ever. But thank you for all that insanity because now my news is anti-climactic.”

“Don’t tell me. Let me guess. Since you never got off your ass and looked for a new roommate because honestly, I’m irreplaceable…Gabriel is moving in with you.”

“Uh, yeah?” Not sure why I’d posed it as a question, butway to steal my thunder. “I wanted to run it past you before I made any commitments, so I haven’t agreed to anything yet. Would you be okay with it?”