:: Electric Psychedelic Pussycat Swinger's Club ::

:: Friday, May 02, 2003 ::

observations

weather:
currently 71 degrees farenheit in new york city, but feels like 63. crackling of ominous thunder rolls over the gray new york skyline as the heavens begin to unleash a torrential downpour.


starbucks & kids:
horoscope says - " not a match made in heaven". what is the deal with teeny-boppers and hanging out at starbucks during the middle of the day? don't these kids have school? every day i go to starbucks to get some studying done and every day i see kids, not more than 12-13 years, come in and wreak havoc. the melancholic vibe suddenly transforms into a slumber-party like atmosphere. junior high schoolers filling the once serene cafe with their shrieks and their "he was all...and i was like...then we were both like..." i don't remember hanging out at coffee shops when i was 12 years old. mcdonald's playgrounds, yes. a stuffy coffee shop filled with senior citizens? no. what kid drinks coffee at age 12? if my starbucks is a sampling of the urban demographic at large, it's a sure sign that the average height of americans will take a dramatic plunge in the next several years.


brooklyn heights & prams:
okay, what the f is the deal with all the damn babies here? when i'm studying at 'bux (notice the trend developing here), between eight to twelve prams are strolling in every hour. the well-behaved kids are okay; in fact, almost cute. but it's the ONE screaming one that won't quit crying that drives me nuts. my kids better not behave like that, else i'm selling them on the black market. the huxtables had a large family, but that was on t.v (editor's note: the cosby show was portrayed to take place in brooklyn heights). i never knew this city was seriously a baby factory! on that note i just have one message to send out to the newlywed women living in the bling-bling brownstones of b.h.: GET OFF YOUR BACKS! or, as my dear friend willy s. would say: stop forming the "DOUBLE-BACKED BEAST!"

out.

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