So I left work at 3:30 on Saturday. When I got home, sleep hit me like a 20,000 ton concrete block. Then at 6:00 Norman called me and woke me up. We went to dinner and I went to Amoeba to pick up the new Sonic Youth record. I’m very lukewarm about it right now. (That’s not a good sign).

Yesterday was a disaster unto itself. Not only was I still tired from lack of sleep, I went to the Warhol show at MOCA. That was the hugest letdown, even though I was anticipating it. Yes, I should’ve known better but hey. At least I can say that I KNOW for a fact that it was horrible.

But I’m all caught up on sleep now which feels nice. And I’m reading Period by Dennis Cooper. Some pretty cool shit. Less adolescent than his previous books.

So this is a bit anticlimactic. I’m helping out with month-end inventory here, and the work comes in spurts. (Ewwww! I just realized what I said). So I’ve gotten a whole lot of my “normal” work done which is good.

I just realized I haven’t gotten the new Sonic Youth album. I’ll jet out to Amoeba Records after I’m done here and rock away.

Does anyone want to trade gastro-intestinal tracts? My insides have been in constant pain for the last several days. And I have a dick, so it’s not my period!

I am at work after getting 3 hours of sleep. Boy don’t I feel great!!!!!!

Oh. I update my pic, as y’all can see, so now y’all have a vague notion of what I look like. If only urbanemonkey can take a decent pic… But I guess we can’t have it all.

NEED CAFFEINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am at Jess’ apartment right now. Carrie is spreading her legs for me. Oops! She just burped! How sexy.

She insists on me writing about her butt so there. I mentioned it. Blah.

Anyhow, I hear Jess screeching
…

THis is jess. jimmy is now gone. thamnk you that is all.

So the CFO of our company calls me and asks whether I would be willing to work overtime tomorrow helping out with the month-end inventory. Being the putz I am, I said yes. So I’ll be getting my jollies here bright and early in the morning. Grrrrr…. On a positive note, I will be getting paid overtime, so that will help out in the end.

Now I’m in the mood to go out tonight for some strange reason. I’ve finally lost it.

Meep.

I can’t wait til 5.

I just realized I’m going to the Andy Warhol show at MOCA this Sunday. I’m torn. Part of me is really excited since I’ve only seen several of works in different shows here and there. But the other part is disgusted that I paid $17 (plus service charge) to see something that will last for about an hour. And that in reality he was a second rate artist. Feh.

I went over to lotusblossum‘s digs last night. Went to chez-Cost Plus, chez-Target and chez-Ralphs. At Ralphs, we both saw this beautiful specimen of a man, but there was something funky about his nose. It looked as if he is just getting over a cold or just had it broken. Other than that though <drool>.

I’m so damned tired since I left Lotusblossum’s house at 12:30 last night. Need more sleep. I guess that’s why I’m here at work. Woo hoo!

Is it Friday yet? Goddamn motherfucking shit licker. 😉

It is offical: I am NOT turning hetero. Everyone can celebrate now. Hell is not freezing over, the poles aren’t shifting or any of that rot. I feel better. (And FYI I didn’t get laid.)

I just had a conversation with the receptionist here at work. She’s talking about the movies she likes, and I realize that either she likes really stupid movies or I’m just a fogey. I’d like to pretend the first is true. This is probably why I should avoid these type of conversations in the future.