Wow. I created my journal 7/30/01. It’s almost been a year. I feel a tear rolling down my cheek.

Last night was an interesting. Indie punk/funk/soul revue so to speaks thanks to DJ Fatkid. There was a weird mix of kids there that made me feel quite old in a way. Eh. Poor me. Self pity. Blah.

So I am really hungry and caffeine deprived. I should probably get that taken care of.

On the LA Times homepage, you can access the daily crossword that appear in the paper for free (of course you have to register, but that’s a snap)!!! As a result, I’ve been doing the crossword habitually again for the past month or so. I guess it’s a good sign that I can complete most days’ puzzles correctly, although Saturday’s puzzles are still elusive to me. But sometimes I wonder if there is something completely wrong with my brain when the whole world becomes a puzzle. Oh well. I guess once I master the LA Times puzzle, I can graduate to the NY Times puzzle. That one should be a doozy.

Going to Santa Barbara tonight for the weekend! And DJ Fatkid is finally going to be there!!!! So I’m a bit excited. Tingly even (and everyone knows that’s a bad thing when it happens >:) It will be nice since it’s generally cooler up there. It’s been so hot down here in LA lately, I’ve been feeling like I was melting. That’s such a horrid sensation.

It’s payday! It’s payday! [does a little jig] I think I’m going to attempt to go thrift store raiding again this weekend, hopefully with more success than last time. I need to find some kitschy shirts. Ooooh! And I need to buy some pants since all of my pants fall down to the ground (and I HATE wearing a belt, but I do).

I think it is time also to dye my hair. The gray is really starting to piss me off. I spent about 10 minutes this morning succumbing to my vanity and pulling my white hairs. I think I pulled a couple of black ones since the haze of the morning was still in my eyes.

AND I need to buy more Elvis Costello albums. Evidently he was chosen as UCLA’s first “artist in residence”, whatever that means. Actually, what DOES that mean? Can anyone explain? Anyhow he’s a genius. I spent most of last night listening to “(What’s So Funny About) Peace, Love and Understanding?” and just laugh at the dripping irony.

What a hectic day at work. I spent most of the day running around subbing in for a coworker (again!!! But I guess that’s why they gave me the raise), did a badly needed check run and ran around in circles. All in all, it was quite hair-raising.

Everyone should read this Rimbaud bio! “Merde à deux!” What an expression!

So much to do, so little time. I’m trying to arrange my little getaway to Santa Barbara. I’m hoping to be up there when DJ Fatkid is still in town, but the margin is quite slim. I’m wanting to be up there on the weekend of the 8/9. Possibly, maybe. I just want to have a nice relaxing (and drama-less I should add) weekend filled with sufficient amounts of booze (I’ve become such a cheap date). And there will be people who don’t spin in shock over what I say. No self-censorship!!! That’s always a good thing.

I just got a nice $1.50/hour raise. And it’s a merit one, so when I get reviewed in September, I get another one. WOO HOO!!!!!!!!!!

I’ve been catching up with my shit from work. Shitloads of filing to do, but otherwise not too painful. I’m just hoping I can do a checkrun before too many suppliers get seriously pissed off at me. Rimbaud is good. He’s very good.

I’ve re-started the bio of Arthur Rimbaud. I didn’t finish it the first time around because of the same ole reasons (I found another book). It’s like I’m a cheating lover. Good thing these books don’t have a say on whether I return.