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2003-02-05 - 5:42 p.m.
white mom

i thought i heard you say, 'if we only had it made...' - sundays best

yesterday, steve called to see if i wanted to go with him to los feliz. i did, and we did. he needed to buy hollie cool birthday/valentine's day stuff. we hit the soap plant, y-que, skylight books, white trash charms, and we ate at the house of pies. i bought matt some very cool, romantic old fashioned valentine cards, a t-shirt at y-que with the camaro logo on it, and some candy hearts with the little messages on 'em. i bought him a chet baker cd with "my funny valentine" on it, and some sexy undies. grrr....

like i need an excuse to pounce on him.

so, we had a time. on the way home, we're on the 5 freeway, in the center lane, and the steve's truck starts to stall. we pull over to the side, not without some difficulty, it being the height of rush hour, and we're stuck just outside the valley on the shoulder of the 5. he was 'FUCKFUCKFUCK-ING', and i was staring at my shoes a lot. he calls AAA, and they showed up pretty quick, and we get a tow to smltwn. smltwn being about 45 minutes away, and the tow costing him about $170. we get to his place, and hollie comes home from work, and they start talking about what happened. *let me mention that his gas guage doesn't work, and he's got a system to determine how much gas he has at any given time. so, she tells him that she had not put the usual amount of gas in the truck, and that the $170 dollar tow was probably a big fat waste of dough, when $10 worth of gas coulda fixed the problem. let me just say that thier living room was like the last place i wanted to be in the world. there was no yelling, or carrying on, but, i had the feeling that once i was taken home that there might be. on the way home i told steve that this was a case of "one of those things". you know, those shitty little (or not so little) things that life throws your way when you least expect it. i hoped that helped.

the ride home was interesting. the tow truck driver embarrassed me within the first 2 seconds of being in the truck. steve had joked, "let's flip for who has to sit next to him." i looked down at the ground saying nothing. he slugged my shoulder saying, "tone, i'm kidding." steve hops in, then i hop in, and i'm trying to put my seat belt on, and the guy's like, "aw, man, don't worry about that fuckin' thing." i looked at him, and said, "no?" he's like, "you planning on jumping outta here?" i shook my head no, and he says, "well then, you plan on jumping outta here, then you put that thing on." i felt so foolish. i know he didn't mean to, but, that didn't stop me from feeling how i did. about half way home he was like, "hey man, you don't talk much do you? real quiet type."

now, what am i supposed to say to that? it's a yes or no question, so if i say yes, then i'm a dork. yes, yes i am quiet. thank you for noticing. or no. no, no i am not quiet, and now to prove that i'm not, allow me to yell loudly for the duration of our journey.

whatever.

on another note, steve's hairy arm resting on mine felt really good. it reminded me of spooning with matt.

i need some new tennis shoes. i wanted to get some sketchers like my old ones, but they seem to have changed to design, and now they look strange, and the soles are like huge. but i love my sketchers. they're so comfortable, and worn in. they're not hole-y, or falling apart, but the suede parts are finished, and they've gone from blue to some weird purplish color. i've had the same shoes for about 3 years so i guess it's time. sometimes new shoes just seem too new though, you know? i dunno.

i better jet. my sauce is almost ready. like you care.

later...

-take it / leave it-

older entries:
when the walls come tumbling down - 2007-08-17
long weekend - 2007-05-21
gays gone wild - 2007-04-22
fried and objectified - 2007-03-13
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