I really need to let out a fart right now. I’m too lazy to go downstairs to the bathroom to let it out, and I’m too demure to just go right at my desk. I do live in hell.

The drudgery of work is hellish after a four-day weekend. I’m tired and my mind can’t focus on any one thing. AAARRRRGGGGGHHHHH! Is it Friday yet?

Anyhow, I’m going to paint tonight with Skinny Puppy as my soundtrack (thanks to newromantic29‘s post). Mmmmm…. Skinny Puppy. Almost as good as sex.

BTW, after that aborted nookie on Friday, I had no outlet to release my desires (so to speak) since I was at a friend’s house. I had to wait ’til I got home on Saturday to do anything about it. Grrrrrr….

So I made it to Santa Barbara and had a ball. I saw faces that I haven’t seen in months (actually almost a year in some cases!) which is really nice. The overall mood was that of hyperactive; I was just overstimulated from the amount of people present.

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Friday night was a sort of housewarming BBQ for Skick. For some reason, my sexual preferences came out a lot during the BBQ, and Brandon would tease me saying how he could satisfy my “needs”. Of course I scoffed him — he’s straight!! How the hell would he be able to please me?!

So this line of teasing continued after we relocated to Raf’s apartment (so we could be loud and not arrested). With each successive encounter, the teasing between Brandon and I got more intense (probably due to the alcohol flowing in our systems) until finally he led me to the bedroom. All of the sudden, his tongue was in my mouth (how that could’ve happened, I don’t know).

Finally I felt teeth on my neck when the door opens (damn those doors with no locks!!!!!) His girlfriend Nicole walks in, sees us and runs away slamming the door on us. Oops! My first reaction was to laugh since this isn’t the first time this has happened to me.

Feeling guilty, I tell a couple of friends about my naughtiness in hopes to purge myself of this ickiness. I then learn that Brandon and Nicole are engaged.

This can only happen in my life.

On a more positive note, I met another gay indie punk rocker. I didn’t like him though

So I’m up in Santa Barbara right now. It’s a great reunion type thing with people I haven’t seen in ages. Skick is giving me shit now so I’m going to get off soon.

Anyhow I’m mad at DJ Fatkid now. His ass ain’t here. Grrrrrr.

I have soooo behind at work lately. Besides doing month-end closing for not only inventory, but my department also, it’s been quite hectic. My inbox was piled as high as my computer. I just finished posting/filing/researching everything, so now there is a manageable stack left for me on Monday. All of this done before 4:00!!! Woo hoo!

Now I don’t want to do anything. Ho hum. I like the old Weezer.

As I was getting into my car this morning, I noticed that there was a dead opossum lying right against the curb between my car and the one behind me. By the looks of it, it had been dead for weeks; all of the internal organs have seemingly decomsed leaving a sallow mess of skin. Then I think to myself, this is a pretty disgusting to see first thing in the morning. It still sends shivers each time I think about it.

The weekend is here!!!!!!!!! Almost. I just have to get through work today and I’m set!

Sometimes I want to pull my hair out. There are some suppliers I deal with at work who make me want to commit murder. Por ejemplo, one of our customs brokers has been incorrectly billing us and la de da. Anyhow, I promise to pay him $10,000 for the shit that is correct. But that’s not good enough, not by a long shot. He then proceeds to bitch about how long resolving all of these issues is taking. Sob story for him, I’m really crying.

I then have to remind him that if he didn’t try to fuck with us, we wouldn’t be in this position. That shut him up real nice.

It makes me glad to say that I will be going back to school soon. I won’t have to deal with these types of assholes for the rest of my life. (I just get to deal with different ones!)

So now there’s a rumor going around at work that I use chains and leather for sexual purposes. I’ve been laughing all morning because of it. I’ll just say that I have never used chains for sexual activities. And I’m convinced all of the people I work with are insane. Nuts I tells ya!!

Elvis Costello is the man!!!!

Is it Wednesday yet?

I think I’m sick.

For the last several years, I’ve been adamant about not being in a relationship. If I needed sex, I knew where I could cruise and shit. You know, get my ya-yas out that way. Lately, I’ve been wanting to be in a relationship. I’m shuddering at just the thought, but it WOULD be nice to have a warm body to wake up to.

AND, I’m still disgusted with myself about the whole Andy Warhol debacle. Ugh.