Miriam: So, taking bus in am b/c trains want my first born and soul, meeting at Pacifico with my pals, g train to Carroll. Wanna join? me: can't, got to finish this Vanity Fair piece tonight as part of my ongoing campaign to discredit certain prominent commentators and increase my own influence Miriam: Zombie Hut on Smith street. Some all day lunacy. I'm missing the city terribly right now. Miriam: You must not hang on the south Bklyn tip much? me: nah me: I don't leave Bushwick much these days, but will start going out more when I move in with Mirna Miriam: Why the introspective commentary on girls and Kevin Smith cronies yesterday? me: the Smith/Mewes thing is just interesting; I'm interested in other people's histories with opiate addiction me: don't remember anything about girls, refresh my memory? Miriam: I'm interested in Edie Sedgwick and her pill addiction, aside from being connected via my grandmother. Get it. Miriam: I bet I couldn't wrangle yer arse out anyway as Fuller would we attending this gathering. me: how's that? me: I don't hate the guy Miriam: He likes you but aren't you irked with him? me: he's simply not my type Miriam: He's an odd one. But we've always gotten along, hence us meeting. me: I think he's kind of a pseudo-intellectual, really, but I don't really oppose seeing him me: simply prefer my friends to be more exuberant, also Miriam: frenetic. Miriam: Si senor. Miriam: agitated. Miriam: haa ha Miriam: How has your day been otherwise? All this mellow snowy shit is driving me upawall. me: pretty good, just been cleaning a bit and working on a couple of things me: I've got a phone meeting tomorrow with the head of this company out in SF me: they ran an ad looking for a writer to help them with some stuff me: should be good steady work Miriam: I can't drink enough to listen to any more Ron Paul debates or comment half assed about the beauty of the Hudson river....which company? me: some IT firm specializing in heath care Miriam: good lord. me: search engine sort of thing Miriam: munney. Miriam: is good. Miriam: I want you to sleep over soon but my work schedule is such that I leave so early and you'd be in fucking LIC Queens. Does that sound weird? Miriam: I mean....or not. Up to you. Anyway, crashpad. You're always welcome. me: sure, I'll come over whenever's convenient me: excited to get out of here, both apartment and neighborhood Miriam: I am very pleased to not get bed bug bites while attempting to molest you. me: well, I haven't gotten bitten for a week or so me: I think maybe it wasn't bed bugs me: but not taking any chances me: going to ditch mattress, bedding me: wash all clothes I'm taking with me Miriam: good call! Miriam: This fresh air and whatnot is fucking dreadful btw. I want to come home. me: when you coming over? me: I mean home, sorry me: NYC Miriam: Wah. I miss you and dig you super hard but your place is so erm....inhospitable... Miriam: Manyana. 2 ish Miriam: time to mainline the tequila and draw? Miriam: :D me: ah-so grasshopper me: oops, got company Miriam: have a blast