I really wanted to put up something extraordinary today, something inspiring. A picture of the skyline or light playing on the Hudson. Something with lucid color, sparkling with morning, amidst winter’s grays. Maybe a poem, a sonnet. 14 lines about how you should take your pants off that would make you want to. But, then, I got pissed off at my landlord and took this photo. I thought it ruined my chances at creating a mellifluous piece of inspiration, but then I remembered, like Christina Aguilera, no, more like Clem Snide, I am beautiful. No matter what they say.
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Oh, back to the landlord. Here is the open letter:
Fuck you.
Sean
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SOTD: What I’m looking for. Well, at least one of the things.
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Editor’s note: After today’s post went up, a few folks wrote in to say it was a bit of a buzz kill. So here is a cheerful picture and something funny and wry–best headline today: Was Dr. Atkins fat or just bloated? At last people will stop using the word “carbs” with disdain while I eat pizzas (plural intentional).
Also, the reason I’m upset with my landlord is that they are trying to raise my rent $500. That’s actually a blessing, because I needed a kick in the pants to get out of that place.