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2002-05-03 - 8:45 p.m. friday night i crashed your party..saturday i said i'm sorry...billy joel i'm supposed to go out tonight, and i'm sorta tipsy already. my man makes a mean margarita. i am bored, so i'm gonna be touching on a number of topics. saw mulholland dr. last night. i liked it, alot. i didn't get it, but, with david lynch, i think that anybody who says they DO get it, is full of shit. that movie was very breasty. i give it two nipples up, and out. i also rented "tape", with ethan hawke, uma, and robert patrick, patrick robert, sean robert, sean leonard, butch patrick, or whatever. the dead poets' society guy...the in the gloaming guy. has anyone seen that? in the gloaming? it's fantastic! it also gets two nipples, up and out. i need to finish watching tape, maybe tonight when i get home. i want to go to the hong kong inn, but, "m" wants to go to the living room, i don't want to drive to the living room, it's too far. my tweaker friend wants us to go to an after hours in hollyweird tomorrow. i wanna, matt don't-a. i haven't been to an after hours in some time. i'm dangerously close to having my homo handbook confiscated. the one i went to was called, "does your mama know". it was loads of...fun, among other things. i don't know what the one tomorrow is called. matt is pacing around in the boxers i bought him from ab+fitch. he looks great. my manager, or one of my many managers, was talking to me about church today. i love this manager. she's super cool, but, now she justs seems like a pod person with all the godtalk. it's like, now i can't talk to her about sucking dick, and headboard banging sex. it's like they look at you through their new "godeyes" (patent pending). that sorta pitying look reserved for those who will not partake in that big circle jerk in the sky. that's all it is if you ask me. but, nobody did, so i'll shut up. i'm not against religion per se, but, as we all know, it could use a lot of work. plus, the whole fag hating thing is a real turn off. i bought these jeans at the gap, and i really like them. i want to look like a mopey british rock star tonight...don't ask me why. i love my adidas. they're so ugly, that they're beautiful. why does my beloved take so long? i think it's passive aggressive crap. alls i know is, he's driving. i think he wanted to see spiderman tonight. i asked him if he wanted to go, and he said no. so, i called the gang, and they wanted to have drinks. it's not my fault that he waited til the last minute to decide to see a movie that is probably sold out for the rest of the night. my machines at work are fully operational. yippee!! i could feel the tension drain out of my body, as the repairman left the building. i still haven't gotten my car washed, tomorrow..maybe. the saga continues. today some girl told me i had nice legs. i thanked her, and left. i'm pretty buzzed...it doesn't take muhc. i have the same capacity for alcohol as a 14 year old girl, at her first high school party. i'm serious, we've done studies. i'm going now, so matt can't give me "the look" when he's finally fucking ready, and i'm still on the computer. cheers, and goodnight, and have a swell weekend. |
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