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My car overheated on me this morning on my way to work. So it’s at the mechanics right now being pried and probed. I hope it doesn’t cost me too much. I mean, I’ve had this car for 8 years now. <sniff sniff> I DON’T WANT IT TO DIE!!!!!!!! But, alas, I have to think about getting a new car. That’s just what I need: a car note. Ugh. Oh well. I guess I should get used to owing money to “the man”.

Is it just me or is Rev. Al Sharpton just adorable? I just want to squeeze his cheeks. Just an observation….

I just got through Dennis Cooper’s new novel, My Loose Thread. It’s much like his other works but more cohesive. The same feelings are evoked… the bleakness, the torture, the obsession. The gaps between sentences are even more pronounced giving the mind something to torture itself with. All in all, a fun read for people who’ve experienced Cooper. For those of you who haven’t, don’t read it after a big meal.

It’s so hot I’m melting. Shit! I need red paint.

Seeking GM, 20-40, left-wing verging commie, into indie rock/hiphop, books and a good brewski. Smoker a plus.

I haven’t been in a sex chat room in ages. Maybe I’ll do that this weekend for kicks.

To do list for this weekend:

I bought new bedding the other day. I now have these really cool sky blue sheets that are faded with white. It’s soooo cool looking. I got around to laundry last night, so I washed those and put them on me bed. They’re so nice – it feel like a bit of heaven.

I was watching tv last night and they have that Kylie Minogue video in the ad for Bally’s. The only thing I think of when I see this is “Kylie Minogue Fans Don’t Masturbate (KMFDM)”. So I end up rolling on the floor from laughter and look like a maniacal mental defect. Bah.

It’s Friday!!!!!!!!!

I will say “boobadooby” with my mouth full of blood.

Bleah!!!!!!

I went and saw Notorious C.H.O. last night with lotusblossum. She called me up last night and asked to “play”. So I went over to her apartment having no idea what we were going to do. After about 30 minutes of lulling around, we decide to get coffee on Santa Monica Blvd. Right when we pass the Nuart, I point to the movie and we were in (of course there was the obligatory parking search, but you get the jist of it).

Over, it is a funny movie. The only weird thing about it is that I am not used to watching stand-up performances on a screen. Besides that, it was an entertaining look into her forays into S/M, “Colon Hydrotherapy” and other bits of absurdity. If it’s playing anywhere near you, see it. Period.

Naturally, when I’m over at Lotusblossom’s place, I’m there until 1 or 2 in the morning. I’m surprised that I’m not as tired as I thought I would be. Oh! And her boyfriend noted that I’m a bitch after reading this journal. My only response is, “So?”

I am 53% Punk Rock

The intelligent punk. Tuff and Smart. I may be able to maintain a train of thought long enough… What the fuck was I talking about?

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