now i know what it must be like to be emo:

i feel a wistfulness in my soul as i stare at the map of rush hour los angeles traffic. i miss her. somehow, that image reawakens a yearning for the struggle, the time when the search was all that mattered. sure i knew that we were wrong for each other and i cursed her out for her shortcomings, especially the way that she treated the other men. somedays i thought that if i could just find the right path, we would be okay. other days i fought with her all the way home.

nowadays, working from home, i only take the car out a couple times a week. a tank of gas lasts at least a month. the podcasts pile up.

sigh.

of course on the other hand, i can walk over to the fridge right now and grab a beer. oh wait… what's that in my hand right now?

i was off from work today. my day consisted of catching up on sleep, watching some movies, and then working on some illustrations while drinking vodka and orange juice.
last night i had a soccer game. it was a hard fought since we had to play a man down. in this co-ed soccer league, you have to have 2 women on the field at all times, or else you play minus a man. only one girl showed up to the game last night which was pretty dissapointing. it was a rough game, but we won by one point in overtime. so we are on to the next playoff game… and hopefully to the championship.
postgame beers were had at the 'ear inn' in the west village. as we sat outside sipping our beers, guess who walks out of the bar. mr. tony soprano himself, james gandolfini. living in nyc definitely has its share of celebrity sightings, but that one had to be the coolest so far.