Dipshit sleeps with stuffed animals...

...and is NOW on the phone talking about taking one of them on his flight to Florida tomorrow. Really, what more could I add? Well, maybe you're wondering what KIND of stuffed animals? They're like 4 red little bulls that he places across his pillows each day after he wakes up. Not sure of their significance, but they've ALWAYS been here. There's also a greenish Phillies thing and some brown bear. It's at this point that I refresh you with the fact that this is a 33-year-old man. And it's at THIS point that I go...YAY, HE'S GOING TO FLORIDA FOR A LONG WEEKEND!! I JUST found this out and am overjoyed. He's only been here on 5 or 6 weekends since mid May (!?!?!?), so my life in that respect has been SPECTACULAR. The unexpectedness of it all has only made it more rewarding. He had his beach house all summer, and then began his trips to visit the suddenly-serious girlfriend in Philly most weekends. Seriously, words can't even express how life altering his romance has been to ME.

Drifting ashes

And so it's Lent. Wasn't it just Christmas? Two months of 2009 have already sailed by. I should've gotten ashes today...what the hell? Oh, well. I'll perhaps twist my half-smoked cigar into my forehead to create the same effect. Bless myself, recite something about how i'm gonna wind up ashes someday, think of death. Such an uplifting day.

Freaky Buffalo plane crash

So it's just about 3am. Not exactly sure when this story broke (as I missed the 11pm news), but I just learned about an hour ago that a Continental plane from Newark crashed near Buffalo about 10:30pm. All 48 on board killed, along with one person in the house the plane crashed into. Heavy sigh. WELL...I just dropped off good friends at Newark late this afternoon...for THEIR Continental flight...to Columbus, OH. Too close to home. My friends were in the airport at the same time as 48 people about to lose their lives. Yup, doesn't get more freaky than that. Disturbing way to end the day. Naturally, I did what's become my online habit...look up the dead...THIS time by typing in "check flight status" of the plane...which I'd been doing all night anyway, as my friends' flight was delayed FIVE hours. When I checked on the doomed plane, Continental gave a handy 800 number to call to gauge "the status of this flight." Jesus Christ, I can't even fathom this. Well, I think the Miracle on the Hudson story has juuuuuuust about run its course.