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2002-10-07 - 12:28 p.m. you know what's hot? when someone sorta kisses, and licks your forearms. trust me. anyway, they're cutting hours at work...again, and i was supposed to be there at 12:30. now, i go in at 3. sorta cool, sorta not. i'm washing clothes, and i washed the dishes, and i even ran a little this morning. i didn't sleep well, and i was up early, so i figured why not. besides, it's pretty fucking hot here in so-cal, so if you're gonna do that type of thing, you better do it early. it's been brutal hot lately. i eagerly await autumn like weather. people not from here often say they miss the seasons. the older i get, the more i'm beginning to understand what they mean. just a little cold, that's all i ask. hell, i'd be happy with a cool breeze at this point. patches is still working on getting me into her new employers home. she's trying to work it so that she "accidentally" forgets something there, and needs to pick it up, and i just happen to be with her. she doesn't think the direct approach will work. don't worry, i've been telling her all along that if she thinks it's a bad idea, then skip it. i'm not a huge fan of his bands music, but i like it. "classic rock" was a big part of my life because of my parents. and i even went through this whole "deadhead" phase. i was a big grateful dead fan. i got to see them a few times, and i have to say, they were some of the funnest times i've ever had. was there a guy involved? well, yeah, but not in the way you might think. he was a friend of mine, and the first gay person my age who i met. we were great friends, but, as the years have passed, so has our friendship. anyway, maybe i'll see this guys home, maybe i never will. well, here's a picture, and it's for a certain guapito that i know. i sorta wanna show my face, and i sorta don't. i'm erring on the side of caution until i figure it out. everytime i see the face that goes with the words i think it's kind of cool. it puts things in a more...real perspective, i guess. on the other hand, most of the diaries i psychotically love never have the writers pictures, and i still love them, and read them everyday, and it doesn't take anything away. there is one persons diary who has driven me crazy because it has a picture of two people, and i wonder, is he the one on the right, the one on the left, neither? it used to drive me mad, and i was too embarrassed to email, and ask. my intelligent half...quarter? tells my visual half that it's not important, and that the words are the thing. pretty boys are all fine, and well, but that's not why we're here. we're here to read, and absorb, and communicate on a higher level. i dunno. whatever. having said ALLLLLLL that, here is a picture for mi guapo. because he asked. it's faceless, but, it'll have to do for now.
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