Friday, November 23. 2007
New York Cactus
A bisexual temp-worker in New York writes a daily journal for New York Magazine. Here's a cactus clip:
Whatever. I mean here's the cactus part:
Now you know. You can get cactus in a restaurant in NY. We don't know which one though. Oh well.
6:23 p.m.: I make sure to sit beside this sexy nerd on the E train. I try to catch her eye until I see she is reading a book called The Perfect Gerbil.
Whatever. I mean here's the cactus part:
10:10 a.m.: The lawyer and I wake up but take our time getting out of bed....
11 a.m.: We have breakfast in a little Mexican joint. He suggests I try scrambled eggs with cactus. I can't believe I am actually eating a cactus, but I'm enjoying it....
3:25 p.m.: A morbidly obese man tries to pick me up at the laundromat.
11 a.m.: We have breakfast in a little Mexican joint. He suggests I try scrambled eggs with cactus. I can't believe I am actually eating a cactus, but I'm enjoying it....
3:25 p.m.: A morbidly obese man tries to pick me up at the laundromat.
Now you know. You can get cactus in a restaurant in NY. We don't know which one though. Oh well.
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