jimmy

Desktop 11/20/02.

I don’t feel like figuring out how to get in onto my livejournal. I *heart* Joy Division and Ian Curtis.

ZZZZZZZzzzzzzZZZZzzzzz…. (and so on).

Was supposed to watch Gilmore Girls. Fell asleep.
Was supposed to hunt for lost journal. Fell asleep.

Great.

I really do need to stop playing on a school night. Raf came down from Santa Barbara for a seminar/training that was cancelled. He had his room paid for the night, so we hung out. Ate dinner at Lala’s, an Argentine place on Melrose. Mmm mmm good. Had coffee and went to urbanemonkey‘s for some talking. Went to sleep at 2am and here I am.

I really do need to visit Santa Barbara soon.

I’m trying to survey the writing I have done since junior high. It is upsetting that I’m missing a journal from the summer between sophomore and junior year and a journal from 1999-6/2000. I’m convinced that the former is gone forever, but the latter I KNOW is somewhere. This is so annoying. Ugh.

Friday night, I was out with and company. Her friend from school, Kaui, came along, too. A very nice person, but when she got drunker and drunker, I became the whipping boy. I just have to say that my nipples are still tender and I have slight scraping on my knuckles from when she tackled me to the ground and dry-humped me. Quite flattering, but still annoying nonetheless. But hell. She was piss drunk; it’s forgivable.

Saturday night, I was out in Silverlake to see a friend (actually more of a casual aquaintance) perform. I compared it to a male incarnation of Kylie Minogue. Spent the night outside on the patio smoking and talking with Marco about everything and nothing (what I’m best at). Did the obligatory Denny’s run at 3am. Not just any Denny’s but the one on Sunset and Gower. I’m convinced that’s the best Denny’s ever. Saw Sean, a boy I had a crush on in SB, talked to him for a minute and kissed. Nice and sweet.

I’m convinced Sunday doesn’t exist so here I am today. Boo! My friend Raf is going to be in town this week, so I’m going to play!!! Woo hoo!

My coworkers are bastards.

Wednesday evening, as I was getting ready to go home, I went to the water cooler to get some hot water for my tea. As I was heading back to my cubicle, unbeknownst to me my coworker Lourdes was hiding in my cubicle. As I entered, she jumped out and said, “Boo!” I jumped out of my skin, scalding hot water splashing on my hand. I’m muttering every curse word at her when I realize the auditors from the bank are still in the conference room. Meanwhile she’s laughing up a storm, uncaring over my well being (I know I’m being melodramatic, but so what?). Jump to yesterday: Lourdes tells everyone in the office what happened. I had to contend with everyone telling me, “Boo” and then laughing.

The story is not over yet. I walk in to my cubicle this morning to find “Boo!!!!” in size 72 font taped all over the walls, computer, printers, cabinets, everywhere! I am dealing with one of the conspirators. I’m giving her the “You’re either with me or against me” spiel. I figure if Shrub can get away with it, so can I.

On Yahoo, they have a Gap ad that says, “You might be in a Gap ad”. I sure as hell hope not.

Last night, I went to Midnight Special Books with . I bought Massage by Henry Flesh, Dream Boy by Jim Grimsley, and the new issue of Punk Planet. I really needed some queer fiction to get loss in.

Oh! And the new issue of Punk Planet has a story on the selling-out of the gay community. Pretty nice article, although I read it quickly before going to sleep at 1am last night. I’ll be more thorough later.

It’s Friday!!! *does Friday dance*

Last night, M___ called me. She’s one of my high school friends whom I didn’t contact after I moved to Santa Barbara (by choice). I didn’t feel like playing a part of her melodramatic games. All of a sudden, about a year ago, she contacted me out of nowhere. So I was amiable, not chummy like before.

So she called me bemoaning the regretable actions she has done in the past. It seems the guilt she’s racked up since in becoming unbearable. I didn’t feel like getting too involved so I was succinct. She felt better by the end of the conversation, so I just went on.

It makes me uncomfortable to be in this position. I spent so much time with her back in the day, and to some extent she turned on me in the final days. I don’t know. I guess there’s some baggage involved. *shrugs*

On a lighter note, it’s payday!!!! *does payday dance*

So tired.

Watched the final part of the Jimmy Carter documentary last night. I have so much admiration for him for all of the things he has done after his presidency. I just hope his foundation continues the pursuit of human rights and freedom worldwide after his retirement. *insert more words*

Statement: I *heart* Trader Joes. I just wish there was a natural foods market co-op nearby.