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2002-04-19 - 4:25 p.m. you got your mother in a whirl. coz she's not sure if you're a boy or a girl...david bowie i am supposed to go out tonight. i am being a bum. i just finished watching "flawless" w/ deniro, and phillip seymour hoffman-who is fucking brilliant, btw. i liked it. let's see, went for a jog, showered, drove to work to get my check, and found out they wouldn't be in until "after 2" i got there at 10:15. fuckityfuckfuck. bought my warped tour tix. bought the most delish chicken salad, came home, ate my salad while watching the broken hearts club, cut my hair, re-showered, cleaned my bathroom, started watching flawless. matt called, and he "wants to go if i still want to go". translation: he doesn't want to go, but, he's leaving it up to me. i think he drank too much last night, and he's probably gonna go home, and crash. last night was fun. sorta. played pool, and had beers, at this vaguely rockin' pool hall. matt got hammered. i sorta like him drunk, and horny. it's a nice change of pace. needless to say, i drove us home. i recieved the greatest of spontaneous sex surprises....the behind the wheel blowjob!! i have to say it's much better in the car i drive now. it gives new meaning to the term, "headroom". my previous car was a saturn, and i had to put the seat all the way back for this guy to do that to me, and then reaching the pedals was a pain, and blah blah blah. it was pretty rad. i've never done that to someone while they're driving. i guess i owe matt one now. i met this weird girl last night. she actually went out w/ this guy i work with. he and i are fairly close. we have always gotten along, and fuck around a lot - as in teasing, not actual fucking. so, this girl tells me that she went out w/ "j", and that he used to hit her. she also told me about her kid, and how her parents had him/her because she has been on and off drugs. i dunno, just a bunch of shit. i spent the next few hours avoiding her like the plague. i have a theory about people like that. when anyone who you've just met proceeds to tell you all of their personal, private business, then they are soul suckers. if you express the slightest bit of interest or concern, you're dead. it'll be phone calls at all hours, favors being asked, rides, money, and endless blathering all about them, them, them. you will be sucked into their non stop drama. i would never tell someone i just met all the unmentionable stuff in my life. hence the word, "unmentionable". i knew all that stuff in the first 5 minutes of meeting her last night. my nearest and dearest know about my problems, but someone i just met? absolutely not. it's called self respect. people who unload all their bullshit on you in the first five minutes are wastes of space. attention whores. maybe i'm just a private person living in a tell all, reality t.v. world. whatever, i have to get ready. p.s. have you seen the new a+f catalog? more half naked beautiful boys. quelle surprise! p.p.s. read hucksterfinn's diary entry on the same subect of what i lovingly..oops, i mean loathingly refer to as, "soul suckers" |
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