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2002-12-27 - 9:58 p.m. john, i'm only dancing - david bowie hey, i finally saw "fellowship of the ring". did i mention that before? it was so cool. now i can see the two towers. i went back to work today after three days off. it was actually less painful than i thought. we sat around talking and eating christmas cookies. my throat is starting to act up and that's mildly disconcerting. matt and i are going to o.c. next weekend. his mom called and wants us to come for a "visit". i'm terrified. really fucking scared. i made matty swear that we wouldn't spend the night. he said, and i quote, "that wasn't gonna happen anyway." phew...i'm basically expecting "mother" to like yell at and blame me for turning her son into a big girl. i'm just irrational like that. his take is more like since she was alone on christmas (his sis was a no show) that she wants SOMEone to visit her for the holidays. makes sense. i mean, he knows her better than i do. i hit the mall after work but i wasn't really in the mood. i did pick up some "hipster cords" from the gap. they make my ass look great, i must say. there is this little girl that works in there, she's a cutie. when i was christmas shopping she was like, "don't i know you?" i mumbled no. then she came up to me and started asking if i'd been here or there, i just shook my head, smiled. then she came up to me again and asked if i knew someone named arianna, i said i did, but when she started talking about her arianna we realized they were not the same one. it ended up with her telling me that i was gonna "drive her crazy" trying to figure it out. when we walked out, matt said, "i know where she's seen you." where, i asked. "in her wildest fantasies". fuck off. matt teased me a lot over that one. anyway, i went in tonight, and she was like, "hey, my mystery man". her name is veronica, and she's pretty funny. actually, she's the one who told me about my ass in those cords. whatever. i'm 99% sure that i have the same schedule next week as this week and you know what that means...that i'll have n.y.e. and the day after new years off. oh, how i hope that's how it goes down. speaking of new years eve, WHAT in the hell am i gonna do? matt sorta wants to stay in since he says it's our first n.y.e. together and stuff. i can dig it. but there's a coupla cool parties i wouldn't mind hitting. at least making an appearance. then there's dinner with mando and "the artist". we had such a swell time christmas eve that we decided to do it again. i wouldn't mind spending the night w/ them. that may be an idea. i won't mind the headboard banging if they don't. i keep thinking about next year. i'll be 30. what a fucking trip. i sure don't feel 30. i always thought 30 meant stability, maturity, and stuff. i don't feel mature, or stable much. whatever... |
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