Jan 14, 2000

Too cold for the monkeys. I work in a restaurant, as an hostess. This, I like to think of, in my grandiose moments, as some sort of karmic trial. Tonight the public were pissy. I have always maintained that one of the interesting phenomena of Manhattan is that its inhabitants suffer mood swings collectively; tonight (01/13/00), we were in a fairly foul mood. What I resent about a particular variety of customer (take P.P. at 7.30pm, for instance) is their innate inability to have a good time. Me, I like to have a good time whenever possible. Have decided to become vicously fit, in the aerobic sense; what with the failure of the apocalypse I like the idea of training for some inhospitable terrain—even if we are all subjected to the lap of luxury for the next millenium. My friend Una had a baby girl.
- rachael 5-10-2000 4:40 pm