I know it’s been a long time. I’ve been busy exploring my bourgeoisie tastes in Santa Barbara. I’ve been working like a dog and been more or less catankerous for the last month or so. Other than that, nothing much has been happening. I’ve also been taking care of my apartment which has been left in a state of disrepair due to my longing for my roommate to pick up his finger (I have since given up and have cleaned parts of it regularly).

Plans: redesign of this site so that it will be less painful for me when I do updates. A writing project that involves humor, fiction, autobiography and pornography. Nothing too bad, nothing too good. It’ll be an attempt to say the least.

And one more thing: I am over drugs. Did acid for the last time a couple of weekends ago (exactly 3 years after I did acid for the first time, which was my first drug). So there. Now I have red wine and Godiva chocolate. Mmmmm….

To this day, I get a bit teary eyed when I hear about Kurt’s suicide. It’s been over 6 years, but it has that sting that is quite hard to get over. But shit, I can remember wher I was when I found out. It’s quite upsetting in a way I suppose.

I watched the MTV VMAs on Thursday. I don’t understand them at all. The performers all did medleys (with the exception of the Chili Peppers); I was waiting for Judy Garland’s ghost (no, not Liza Minelli) to appear in the rafters. Funny thing is I had no opinions about any of the nominees so there was no disappointment (as opposed to last year when I was hoping that UNKLE would get the Best Breakthrough Video award; Fatboy Slim got it instead). Ahhh mediocrity. It’s so so very.

Just when you thought I was done updating, I’m going to be redesigning this again. I’m really not happy with the layout nor the content. I think the only thing that’s staying is this blog. Don’t expect for too much. Go to grammatron.com for some content-type stuff. It’s quite old, but the work there is still relevant to literary criticism, art, the novel, etc. Yeah it’s pretentious, but oh well. It’s quite funny at times too.

Pizzicato-mania!!!!!

I’m at a friend’s house currently burning a copy of a “best of” Pizzicato 5 CD. The ultimate in cheese and other assorted niceties in life. It’s great singing along with them in Japanese even though I have no idea what the hell they are saying. It makes me wonder when a Korean pop band will get big so I can understand what the hell they are saying.

On a lighter note, it looks like I’m getting a friend to replace my coworker. It will be a bit of a pain, but in the end it’ll work out (hopefully).

My coworker quit. I’m doing her job on top of mine. I just got an 11% raise. I had Japanese food last night. I’m eating a bagel right now. So life is both harsh and good at the same time. It’s funny how I can live with all of that now.

As you can tell, this is a new design. You might have to up the brightness a bit on your screen in order to view it. I’ve had no problems at home so there.

This is a new one. I promise.

Here: another potential raise for taking on another position. My problem: my boss is wavery on giving raises. He’ll say he will, but will neglect it. Basically it’s empty promises. My solution: I came to work 30 minutes late dressed up and shaven. Look like I went to another interview so that they will be scared as shit. Hopefully I WILL get that raise. I will finally be able to say that I being paid properly for my profession.

In other news: I bought SYR 5 yesterday. It’s quite good and loud. The sound: FSOL with a Sonic Youth kick in the kidneys. It features Kim Gordon (of Sonic Youth), DJ Olive and Ikue Mori (of the no-wave band DNA). It’s a good record to trip to, if you’re into that (read: not for E-tards. Yeah it has DJ Olive, but it doesn’t have any of that shitty house or “happy hardcore” wank on it).

I’m also trying to do a new look for the page. I have no conception of how I want to go about it. Oh well. I feel age starting to set it. Poop.

I have been given the signal for death. It’s quite like being able to see the scythe of the Grim Reaper. But I now have to wear a wrist brace at work while typing. Imagine that. I’m only 21, but I have to wear this because of the extreme condition of my wrist and hand at such an age. I think I will go to sleep now.

Tonight: goth clubbing in LA. How very. I now remember what a pain in the ass putting on my knee-high boots are. So much lacing, pulling, tugging and oomph.

Remember: Feta cheese… good…

Feta cheese makes me hyper. That’s all I’m divulging for now.

Well perhaps that and the fact that my state of hyper-dom is over and I have crashed. I want to sleep now and look up into the sky and think, why am I here? Then I realize I have a couple more invoices to enter and then maybe I can go home. I’m just wondering if I finished all the reports that I have to do. I could be doing this for nothing.

What the fuck am I trying to say?

It’s amazing how one can pass the time. Dan and I were sitting at Java Jones when a group of really hot Eurotrash guys entered. We definitely swooned when they decided to sit at the table next to us. It was then that we decided that a good diversion would be to play backgammon. The next thing I know, it’s midnight.

Nevertheless, I woke up late this morning and got to work at 8:30. I will probably stay late rather than cut my lunch short. Fortunately I did get a raise yesterday. Yay 5%!!!!! Um… I think I’m going to go drink tonight. Yeah!

I feel age starting to set in. I was in West Hollywood over the weekend, and while I was in line to get into The Factory, only one thought repeated in my head: going home to bed is a good idea. I was perfectly content in sitting at The Abbey drinking my red apple martini. Oh well. One of these days I will feel youthful again.

It’s time to do laundry and other assorted things. Happy happy joy joy. Urgh.

This week has just been no good. I want to return this week and demand my money back. Fuck dis shit.

Anyhow, I want a lobotomy. Bye.