In the last 2 hours, I have finished a 12 oz can of Mountain Dew and a small pack of M&Ms. I am very sugared up to say the very least. Also I got a new battery for my car this afternoon. I am very very very very happy. I’m going to crash soon, but that’s ok…. I have curry at home. WOo hoo!
I was out with N___ Friday night. It’s quite interesting to hear someone say, “I am putting down $2,600 to put ___ in my racing car so I can drift,” in one breath and follow it up with, “I am so broke”. This coming from someone who has been out of work since May yet doesn’t actively seek a job.
My response: Focus. You’re all over the fucking place. If you’re broke, get a job. It doesn’t matter what you do. Just do something.
The scary part: Those words of responsibility came out of my mouth. It’s just about as bad as getting AFLAC supplemental insurance (which goes into effect for me on Sunday).
I’ve been a complete mess today. Perhaps it’s becuz I’m tired, but I’ve not been able to operate our check printer. Also, I’ve been cutting checks I’m not supposed to. Blargh!!!!!! Eat my navel!
I saw the movie Tadpole on Saturday. It’s a story of this 15-year old boy-literati who is in love with his mother-in-law (Sigourney Weaver) but ends up losing his virginity to her best friend (Bebe Neuwirth). The movie was surprisingly funny and tightly woven; it was much more interesting than it seemed. Throughout the movie, I kept saying to myself that this kid lost his virginity to Bebe Neuwirth. How cool is that?
Bought the new Division of Laura Lee, Sleater-Kinney and JSBX. I love the first, so-so on the rest.
I’m sick and tired of breeders trying to force us faggots into the role of the victim. Fuck these gaybashers — I hope they get testicular cancer and have their balls amputated. I hate that this happens time and again yet we queers seem to lull in a mistaken sense of security. You know what? Maybe we should terrorize breeders and show them what it’s like to live the life of a fag.
Today has been one of those unproductive days. I still have piles of papers on my desk and tons of filing to do. Right now I really don’t give a shit. I’ll pretend I’m Bush Jr. and sit on my ass jacking off.
All of the execs are gone until Monday, so that means it’s party time! Um… yeah.
This weekend, I’m going to hang my head in shame and purchase a cell phone. I’ve held out long enough, but I don’t think I can anymore. So off I go into the heart of evil. On a lighter note, my mommy is going to highlight my hair. I like my mommy especially since she owns a beauty supply store. My mommy loves me. (Ok. Now I’m regressing).
So there.
Ok. So I’m listening to a 5RC records comp now, and that’s all I’m hearing right now. I like pretentious experimental shit.
I was watching American Idol last night, and it struck me how gay it was. Now, I don’t know why I’m watching the show. I really don’t. But just the few times I’ve caught it, I’ve determined all of the guys on the show are queer; even the winner from the British show is queer. And they’re so nice and happy it’s annoying. See, I need to be on one of those shows just to fuck with people.
