empty, tanks

Saturday, nine o'clock, coming back from LI to New York. Suddenly realized I was alone on the road. Panicked - where were the people? Something awful happened? Well, only the cars were missing...

dog issues

if you want me to open up, to discuss my life...My dog hates me. Started to hate me several weeks ago. There are few things more depressing in then to be hated by your own dog. Against dog nature...

espressions [at Fairway and in eske?]

-Two pounds expresso coffee. In separate bags.
-Ground expresso?
-Yes two pounds expresso.
- Expresso ground?

this is what you noticed, this is what you blog. Not political action. We are not interested in politics. Talk about yourself, your days, what you feel and think.Whatever small. Not politics. Life not theatrics.