more about the homeless

this morning a homeless guy was begging on the subway.
"anyone spare a quarter? anyone spare some change? i am truly amazing. been off of drugs and drink for a year. truly amazing."
i doubt that he is truly amazing... the man selling batteries? now that is truly amazing.

too much

this evening after a fun night out, i shared a cab home with my friend juliet... who had made a really tasty cucumber prosecco drink... and enjoyed a few of them.
she asked, "did i make a fool of myself? i think i was too drunk. i am too drunk. are you sure i didn't make a fool of myself. i think i did."
we replied, "oh no, julie you were fine. eveyone had a good time and had a lot to drink."
the cabdriver says, "yes. you are making a fool of yourself."
"thank you, marzak." says juliet, reading his cabbie license. "thank you for telling the truth.

homeless people talk to me a lot

yesterday morning i rolled out of bed early and ran out to do some errands. the first person i saw was a homeless man.
it's a scientific fact that homeless/crazy people are preternaturally drawn to speaking to me. normally i pretend that they're not there and hold my breath until they pass.
didn't work this time. as soon as he sees me he says, "hey son, pick up your head. it's not that bad! you sexy!"

getting skinny and calmer

i wanted to do something that pushed me out of my comfort zone, so about 2 weeks ago i signed up to do the 30 bikram challenge. bikram yoga is the one where you do it in a room heated up to 105 degrees.
i imagine with the heat it's exactly like doing yoga in india. but without getting dysentery.

am i the only one...

that feels discontent at other peoples success? a lot of discontent. i'm pretty sure more than most people.
even when it's people i don't really know, acquaintances i would only nod to on the street, young famous people, young famous people who win critical acclaim and appear on awards shows.

no she's not

funniest thing ever.

because i'm neurotic... and i could possibly smell bad.

i had a match.com date tonight scheduled for 10:15 after i got out of work. i arrived a little early, and waited. and played on my phone. and waited. and then it was 10:40. and my phone died. and i decided to leave because the waiting had made me feel anxious, and i started to think maybe he wasn't coming.
i wonder whether i was stood up, or maybe he came after i left and i stood him up.
on the way to the subway, a homeless woman asked me for money. after i ignored her she followed me for two blocks muttering, "you stank, you stank".