Mlurp.

This weekend I bought Johnny the Homicidal Maniac: Director’s Cut. I didn’t feel like buying all of the issues individually, so I copped out. But damn it makes me remember why I liked it so much 5 years ago. Then I remember doing a paper about JTHM for a class, I believe it was for Superhuman. All I remember was that it was a Rickel’s class. That man is insane.

I completely forgot to buy the new Milemarker yesterday. I wonder if they sell it at Tower Records since it’s close by work. I haven’t been to a corporate record store in so long, I forget what is underground and what is not.

Feh. Maybe I should do some work now.

I Am The Sex Toy: Fuzzy Cuffs: Everyone knows who’s in charge here, its me! I’ll grab you by the wrists and not let go until you are good and done. Ten-hut! Find out what sex toy you are.

I like this test

What a hectic day it has been. Did a check run of about $1.1 million. Sometimes, it just astonishes me how much a company can spend. Then our former customs brokerage needed a payment for a shipment they were delivering this afternoon. When we dissolved our contract, they had failed to give us a list of shipments that they still had. So now, since we’re on COD and they didn’t notify me earlier, I had to arrange a $10,000 payment in half an hour. That is fucking annoying. Of course other problems came up and I had to deal with them. Finally things have calmed down.

I want to go on a vacation with a boy.

My hands are in a state of revolt right now. They refused to cooperate yesterday when I was playing the piano. It’s annoying when you’re going on a fast three-octave run and your hand just says, “poop”. I was ready to chop them off. Grrrrrrrrrr.

New band name: Jason Priestly’s Head Trauma. Heh.

New Milemarker EP out tomorrow. Everyone should listen to them; they make my brain function well. I also found this sticker from liberache.com. It’s pretty funny.

Um… I have this general feeling of malaise right now. I don’t know exactly what it is. I just want to weep or let something out. I guess I’m thinking about my dad. Or Greg. Damn I miss him. Whichever cosmos he’s in now, I hope he knows that I’m still around.

Yesterday, I rekindled a taste I had for veggie burgers. I was at Swingers in Santa Monica getting an early dinner. Goddamn their veggie burgers are yummy. I ended up buying We Got the Neutron Bomb, an oral history on the LA punk scene. I’m supposing it fits right in between Please Kill Me (NY punk scene) and Lexicon Devil (Darby Crash of the Germs). I’ve developed such a taste for these kinda books.

Met a boy last night but he wasn’t interested. Ah well.

Just a bit drunk right now (which is a rare occurance). Got some shit off my chest which was quite therapeutic. Now the only thing I have to nurse is this impending hangover which I can feel the onset of. Uy. Tomorrow I should really get my smog check and head on over to Amoeba. There are some albums that I’ve been meaning to get, though I can’t think of any off hand.

I should make it to the Silent Movie theater this weekend. They’re showing a bunch of Alfred Hitchcock silent movies. And the Oops! Tour tonite. Ready…set…go!

I was watching the Simpsons and fell asleep. I wake up suddenly to hear the phone ringing — it was N____. I haven’t talked to him for a while and he flaked out on me last weekend.

N____: Right now I’m at Aunt Kizzy’s [a yummy Southern cuisine diner]. How do I get to the coffeeshop we always go to?
Moi: (attempting to wipe the sleep away from his eyes) What?
N____: How do I get to that coffeeshop?
Moi: Get on Lincoln and go north ’til you hit Washington. Take Washington going towards the ocean. The coffeeshop will be at the end.
N____: Huh?
Moi: (repeats instructions)
N____: Ok. Gotta go. Bye.

Asshol

Everyone who thinks they have credentials in the psychology field say that if you keep your guard up, you are preventing people from getting close to you. The way they intone this makes you feel as if you are satan incarnate. Let me just say that the boy has a boy already. We snuck out to a coffeeshop in Redondo Beach, and in the midst of talking, his boy shows up. Hmmmm. Fortunately I’m cynical enough to expect it so it wasn’t that devestating a crush. Blah.

So who wants to go for drinks?