I hate heterosexual men.

I go to Coffee Cartel last night (as I have been doing quite often lately) to get some reading and writing done. I’m sitting have a nice cigarette since I tend to smoke more when caffeine is being injested into my system. I hear some blokes sitting at the table behind me rattle off inane subjects (i.e. Swingers epitomizes sex life in LA, Portugese people have pointy noses, Mexicans are all Catholics therefore have lots of babies). I can’t help but overhear them since they were really loud and talked in that heterosexual-jock drawl that makes me want to shove a knife through their throats.

Throughout their conversation, I was smoking more and more because I was getting annoyed. Then one of them had the nerve to cough loudly and ask me quite vociferously to not smoke. I could only reply to them in the only way I knew how: “Well if you could stop the noise pollution from seeping over to my table, I would gladly stop smoking this fag.” They shut up after that.

I think they didn’t like the word “fag”. Or maybe I confused them. I don’t know. Eventually they left, and the only thing I could think about was how I hated heterosexual men. What reason, you may ask? None. I just hate them. No justification. No nothing. So there

Some music out there is weird. There seems to be no foundation or anything within the songs. I actually like it, and I don’t know why. Everything on this If the 21st Century Didn’t Exist, It Would Be Necessary To Invent It comp from 5RC records is like that. Some pretty funky stuff (it’s especially nice since I’m going to see some of these bands live in the coming months).

It’s official. I’ve given up Ulysses on page 300-or-something. Stick me with a fork, I’m done with it.

A pretty lifeless weekend, but that was therapeutic in itself.

Saturday was my multimedia day. I started out by getting coffee and reading, coming home to practice piano, playing a bit of my guitar, adding some touches to my paintings and finally collapsing on my keyboard while writing.

Feh.

Ack!

I feel like pigeon shit right now. I don’t know how else to describe it. My mind isn’t functioning linearly and my stomach still hurts a little. Perhaps I should just walk out of work and go home.

The up side is that I get July 5th off, so that means only one thing: ROAD TRIP!!!!!!

It’s Friday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Meep.

T minus one week until my boss goes on maternity leave. This means that for two months, I don’t have to deal with her ineptitude and general character flaws. For two months, I control which suppliers get paid. The funny part is a lot of the suppliers are now kissing my ass in hopes of getting paid on time. Hah! Like that will ever happen.

Funny story: on the way to Universal Citywalk yesterday, I was listening to Babes in Toyland really loud. Natually I was screaming along with Kat. Stuck on the 405 (what a suprise) this truck next to me hears my screams and the occupants start laughing. I notice that they were a couple of jock boys so I start improvising lyrics about cutting their dicks off, etc. etc. I think I might have scared them off a little because tried to keep their distance from me. Moral of the story: It’s not a good thing to get a fag pissed off, especially one listening to Babes in Toyland.

My stomach is on the gastro-attack! The only word I have for it is “uy”. Le duele mi estomago. They must have spiked my food with milk at the Universal Citywalk. Schmucks.

The weekend is finally approaching after what seems like forever. I have no idea what I’m going to do yet. It doesn’t seem like there are any good shows, so I guess I will be a hermit. Who knows?

Meep!

The Laker’s game is on tonight. I probably will go out drinking with friends and watch Shaq single-handedly annihilate the Nets. Other than that, I probably will do some work on my zine. I still have to type up my “I’m Turning Hetero” story up. It’s quite funny.

Shit! That still reminds me I still have to work on the webpage for my zine. I have made an official decision that the first issue will be online only. I don’t think people deserve to see the utter sloppiness of the first issue in print. So now I toil to make Issue #2 good. Egh.

Meep

meep.

The painting has begun. I never knew how much fun painting can be. All I did last night was glop on the background. That’s it! I plan on sketching out the entire scene tonight. I’m just really bubbly in anticipation.

My brain hurts right now. More coffee for me!!!!