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2003-05-06 - 12:54 p.m. he thinks that singing on sunday is gonna save his soul - jack johnson today's my last day of irresponsibility. it's back to court tomorrow. the judge says that the case is going faster than anticipated, so, let's hope. it's such a sad case. i remember the first day of the trial, when the facts of the case became clear, i sat there thinking, i can't do this. i can't hear this. i thought that i could, but, i can't. it was really real. as stupid as that sounds. i've gotten over that somewhat, and that's good. still, my stomach still hurts for no reason once i get there. dinner last night was nice. everyone had a good time. it was great to have everyone together. the food was great. my mom looked beautiful, and she really enjoyed herself. awesome. by the way, i'm a total mama's boy. i live for my mom. i know that a gay man who adores his mother is hardly surprising, but, there's nothing i can do about that. identity was pretty good. i liked the explanation. i'm one of those annoying types that has got to figure out whodunnit before everyone else. this movie made that super difficult. once you got the answer, it was still surprising, and, once you got the answer, it could've gotten corny, but it totally didn't. cool flick. la liz was resplendent in her j-loesque jogging suit. it was a camel colored kind of la lizzie from the block number, complete with the gucci knock off bucket hat. she looked fucking hot. we ended up doing a little shopping after the movie. i have this irrational fear of victoria's secret, so, it was interesting. even thought i'm full on mo, i still feel a bit pervy handling ladies unmentionables. it's like although i have pretty much zero interest in silk panties on a girl, i do like the way they feel. very...sensual. i like the feel of things. a few years ago, i slept with this guy at a halloween party, who was dressed as a girl. he had on a wig, a stuffed sweater, a fairly short skirt, and high heels, or pumps. whatever. we flirted, we danced, and eventually, i got my hand up his skirt. that in itself was kinda hot. he had great legs. once i got further up his legs, i found that he had on these silky panties on. i took him to a bedroom, flipped up his skirt, and had sex with him. after, i got him naked, but had him keep the shoes on, and went for it again. it was so perverted. don't ask me what came over me, but, it's just sex. it got me hot, and we had a good time. whatever. i ran about 5 miles this morning. i didn't want to, but i did. afterwards, i got ready, and went to target. i love target. they've got everything. i hate wal mart. the wal mart we have is super sloppy, and the parking lot sucks balls. i know some people who go to wal mart like 3 times a week. ugh. i don't go to target that often. i don't even go like once a week. it just seems like they have stuff i want/need on sale a lot. the main reason i went was for jack johnson's new cd, which came out today. it's good. i've only listened to it once all the way through, but, i'm thinking i might like it more than his first. i also got: car wash soap, brown socks with orange stripes, white t shirts, blank cd's, and people magazine's 50 most beautiful issue. after skimming the pages, i have no real comments, except, ryan seacrest is 28? please. okay? please. stop. i'm gonna be thirty in a month, and he looks older than me. not in a bad way, but, i truly think he looks older. maybe he's fallen into the trap that so many anglos fall into here in sunny so-cal. the tanning trap. they want to be bronzed, and yeah, it looks good, but, the sun is not something to fuck with. you will get leathery. it's just a fact. i dunno. yeah, this jack johnson cd is really fucking good. i was gonna talk about san diego, but, i've already written a shitload. that always happens. oh well. later... |
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