I am ready to go off for coffee at 11 am and read and do some painting and go dancing and drinking and shaking my ass.

Ok. First things first. 9-11-01 was a tragedy. So was 9-11-73. For those of you who don’t know, this was the day Chilean president Salvador Allende was assassinated by a military-backed coup Gen. Augusto Pinochet led. Of course, this coup was financed by Amerika (thanks to Nixon and Kissinger) and led to over 5000 citizens mysteriously disappearing throughout Pinochet’s regime. The harsh disregard of human rights and civil liberties by Pinochet eventually led him to be prosecuted a couple of years ago. Charges were eventually dropped because he was “unfit” to stand trial.

Now how does this tie in with everything? The only significance of 9-11-01 is that it’s the first time terrorist action hit Amerikan soil. We have now caught up with the rest of the world in knowing that this can happen at any time. In the media, a lot of people say that they are now scared because of this. There were plenty of things to be scared of: hate crimes, police brutality and the infringement of our civil liberties. Now white middle-class Amerikans are scared. THAT there is the significance.

I do mourn the 3000 people who died a year ago. I mourn the infringement of our freedoms thanks to the absurd Patriot Act. I mourn the loss of thousands upon millions of innocent civilian victims killed due to Amerika’s support of Iraq, Taliban and other inherently evil regimes around the world. And of course all of this is done in the name of profits.

Okay, now for the good part. I was writing a little rant and reading V. by Thomas Pynchon at the coffeeshop last night. At the next table, there was this boy who was really really loud. He was considerate enough to notice me and ask me if I was bothered. I started talking, and once I start, it’s almost impossible to get me to stop. After about an hour of gabbing, he said he needed a ride to his apartment since his car was in the shop. Noting the lure, I went for it.

So at about 10:00, I was in a boy’s apartment making like a rabbit in the springtime. He was surprisingly a top and left bitemarks in all of the right places (ie, I don’t have to wear a turtleneck today). Tee hee. Without going into too much detail, I felt dirty and like it.

I asked him about significant others (doesn’t have one), political leanings (lefty) and music (everything, and he loves Chopin too!). I just hope he doesn’t turn out to be completely wacko.

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’m such a football junkie.

Who wants to go drinking this weekend? I do!

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.

My mommy loves me. She did my highlights last night.

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.