Fast Times

8:40 p.m. on the late shift
staid snacks. stale coffee. a fuking depression prospect. not to mention the disparate, motley handful of fascists in the Piazza del Popolo, boasting a mascot in the shape of a man-sized furry Winnie the Pooh posing for photos with the KIDS. the number of knob-jerking carabinieri outnumber them 2 to 1.
luckily edwin, chichi from NY, intervenes with a apt request:

edwin: hips don't lie
Reply:
eh?
Reply:
??? the new shakira song/video. not playing there yet? all over
hte radio here, but itunes won't have it till april 16 and i am
dying to hear/see it. of course it seems to be all over the
internet, but nothing will play for me. dying
Reply:
are you serious??? I WILL TRACK IT DOWN NOW.
Reply:
supposedly she made the song last minute and re-released her
latest album. vol. 2 with that song as the bonus

2 Minutes later.....

flavia: here you go, click HIPS DON'T LIE
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ohhhhhh ohhhhplaying. oh my GOD >.. OHHHH OOHHHH
Reply:
leave it to the FRAP
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i can't believe i waited this long to ask you. u r a goddest
Reply:
say more. keep it coming. does HIPS do not LIE
Reply:
u should be dating shakira. i can so see u two

privately i snigger, AMEN

now what do i do in this hell joint for the next 15 minutes? damn, i miss chichi, that furry ball of unadulterated love full of unexpected wells of wisdom. take me back to 2000 or thereabouts when we climbed our desks and oblivious to the video cams spying our movements shaking the foundations of the building singing, yelping, dancing and jumping to Madonna's ``Music.'' No hag is complete without her fag.

yours depressingly chronicling the dying days of late-shift reporter.