Omarosa yo’ ass like pack o’ flame grillers!
(after explaining some banging on the walls I heard one night after inadvertently playing my stereo too loudly to my BFF and former occupant of my room, Allen)
Allen: "Was it from the people downstairs? Yeah, they’re not havin’ that. You know that song ‘Taka Naka *click* Na’? Well anyway, it’s all in Zulu. And you know I like to get my groove on, girl…"
When I was a kid, I used to love it when it rained. Rain distracts people from their normal routine, including the ‘phobes. It also moved P.E. from outdoors to in.
But this past week, the rain (or threat thereof) really shat on my parade. I had a poor man’s vacation, mostly photographing (disposable Kodak) some of my favorite sites in the City: The End Up, the Virgin Megastore, the former site of Universe…
Touching, but it would have been better had it been sunnier out.
My only consolation was my new friend cable television, with the E! True Hollywood Story of "Blossom" last night being the veritable cherry on top.
