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It’s been a while since I’ve been to the:

Ton’s of fun to see The Cold War, ohmeohmy‘s band. More pics here.

This motherfucker was diagnosed with a brain tumor. He decided to photograph the process of getting the tumor removed. Yes you do see his brain. It’s the most fascinating thing I’ve seen in a while.

It reminds me a little of when I went in for a liver biopsy back in 97. I insisted on seeing the part of me they took out. Everyone thought I was crazy, but I was very demanding. If it happened now, you bet your sweet bippy I would photoblog that shit!

Lots of things on my mind lately. Mambo is still missing although neighbors have said they’ve seen her around. So I’m hopeful and not as desperate as I was last week.

I really hate the fact that I really want to go shopping, but I don’t have the appropriate funds. I really do need to supplement my income somehow. One of my employees said I should do a webcam thing. Ha! People will pay for me to turn it off!

But I have an itch to buy goth clothes. Like a goth circa 1983. And shit-kicker boots with buckles. Someone stop me before I start cutting myself. Ha!!!

Mambo is still missing. I put up signs in the neighborhood yesterday so hopefully she turns up. Roomie and I are really worried. Quelle horror!

The screening of Breakfast at Tiffany’s at the Hollywood Forever Cemetary was fun! Except for this cunt who first cut in line in front of us then ran in front of our blanket, flailing her hands about with the remnants of her cheap ass wine. When I yelled out “excuse you” to her, she had the nerve to yell back at me. Whatever. I hope her breast implants rupture and she gets cancer.

But overall the people were very cute. The walking fashion disasters (always referred to as DON’TS) were just hilarious. Anna, klikitak and I had a ball making fun of those.

It is muggier than an armpit right now. I live in fucking Southern California, not Louisiana. This weekend in Vegas it got up to 116 degrees. Even that is better than the current conditions here in Burbank now.

To make matters worse, one of my cats Mambo is missing right now. I’m a wreck right now.

Yeah I’m listening to Gravy Train!!!! right now. Fun shit yo. This weekend in Vegas was fun. Lots of drinking, some amounts of debauchery, and I only lost $150!!!

I’m a little nervous because it looks like I’m being set up Friday night. It’s been a while since a friend has set me up, and the last it didn’t go quite so well. So we’ll see. Then there’s the whole San Francisco thing. Hah!

Since Kiko pissed in my bed yet again, I have time to tell a little story about what’s going on the last week as I wash my bedding. It’s the fourth time she’s done this, and I’m at my wit’s end.

Anyhow, that’s not the point of the story. This story starts last Wednesday when I have to make “surprise” visits to all the local facilities at work. From Burbank to Westside to the three Hollywoods back to Burbank. Considering how swamped I was with other “better” things to do, I was non-plussed to say the least.

I get a call from D__ in our San Francisco facility. I start bitching about having to baby the facilities. I end up getting blamed if the numbers seem a little off, yet I don’t know what’s out there since these facilities don’t return paperwork on time.

Me: I don’t know how many times I have to tell the higher ups I’m not
fucking psychic.
D_: Well why don’t you visit our facility?
Me: Actually I’m going to be up there in the beginning of August for
my friend Meesch’s wedding at the beginning of August.
D_: Ooh! Then we should go out for drinks while you’re up here.
Me: Sure. That would be cool.
D_: How about somewhere on the Castro?
Me: Eh. I don’t really like the Castro. The only bar I really liked up
there is the Eagle.
D_: Holy shit! That’s my bar.
Me: Right on!
[continue inconsequential ramblings on]

Naturally I start thinking about this conversation. It all sounds a little intriguing if you know what I mean.

Fast-forward to today. I’m sitting in my office, and it’s almost lunch time. I cannot get my figures to balance, and I’m going insane. One of
the girls from billing comes down with a guy I’ve never seen before. Yeah predictable eh? It turns out he was in LA this past weekend and
missed his flight out yesterday. Something about that alibi I don’t buy though which makes me a blush a little.

Except that I’m stressed, my desk looks like Hurricane Dennis climbed all up in it, I have bags under my eyes that might as well have Louis
Vuitton logos on them, I feel like shit from the excess of this past weekend. Yeah. I’m not at my most charming. Oh yeah. Best excuse: I’m a fucking Aries.

The one charming thing to come out today was:

Me: I’m only here to sit down and look pretty.
D_: Well you’re doing a good job of that.

Eventually I have to herd them out because I was hungry and I needed to balance before I went to lunch. Later on as I was driving home for lunch I realize what an asshole I was. I talk to the billing girl before she left, and she agreed that I was a little asshole-ish. Ugh! So tomorrow I will call him to apologize.

Why am I so hung up about this? I think I might like him. I’ve talked to him many times over the phone and enjoyed his conversation. Seeing
him confirmed what I thought: that he is durable and able to handle me without breaking. I really like that in a man. Uy I’m such a fuckup.

This is something for the come down….

Entitled You Are a Little Bitch

1. Clap Your Hands Say Yeah! – Clap Your Hands!
2. Annie – Chewing Gum
3. Gravy Train!!!! – You Made Me Gay
4. Mu – Like a Little Bitch
5. Bit Shifter – The No Enemy Code
6. FannyPack – Cameltoe
7. Fischerspooner – Just Let Go
8. I Hate You When You’re Pregnant – This Muthafucker Runs on Longhorn’s Milk
9. Sleater-Kinney – Entertain
10. Autolux – Sugarless
11. Joy Division – Ceremony
12. Jamie Stewart – Gigantic
13. Unwound – MKUltra
14. The Kills – Rodeo Town
15. Antony & the Johnsons – For Now I’m a Boy
16. Mae Shi – Revelation Two
17. Elastica – Stutter
18. Blonde Redhead – I Still Get Rocks Off (Live)

That’s it.

Last night’s jaunt to The Mountain in Chinatown was tons of fun. I’ve been here several times for drinks, but last night I finally hit the spirit of the place: everyone here is appealing. I was going to use the word “sexy”, but that’s not it. Even the not-so-glamorous people are quite fuckable.

But lord oh lordee did I drink a lot last night. I have that still-heavily-sterilized-in-alcohol feeling that you get when you have 5 sapphire tonics, 1 007 (vodka, oj and sprite) and a tequila shot.

All in all, a fun night.