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2003-11-19 - 1:46 p.m.
after everything else you do to my ass, the least you can do is save it.

one more light goes out in america - los lobos

i can't seem to shake this cold. at the gym i was running on the treadmill, and i started coughing again. this so-cal weather isn't helping. it was starting to get cold like it should, then it was hot as hell yesterday. i don't know.

the lady that makes me feel icky was there, but, i've gotten better at ignoring her. i don't wanna get too into it, so...whatever. she's just super forward and like my mom's age.

i was alone today, which i'm cool with usually. i walked along main st. and looked for brooches. i want to find the perfect "something" for my cordouroy blazer. i'm hoping to find a small sized insect brooch. in the latest issue of details, they have a spread of coats and sweaters with beetle type brooches. would that even be a brooch? anyway, it's my new nerdy obssession.

after having no luck at the limited number of thrift shops, i headed over to starbucks for a venti mocha valencia. they're so good.

now, i'm not a coffee house type person. it's taken me a long time to be comfortable enough to just sit there and be. i kinda felt like those people were "making the scene" in some way. like, even though they're just sitting there, they're not just sitting there, you know? i don't know. i realize now that while yeah, some of them want to be seen, not everyone does.

why did i get started on such a complicated topic. i say complicated cuz it's yet another one of those things that i wonder/worry about and i can't really explain what all i feel/think about it.

so, i'm sitting in starbucks, LOVING my mocha valencia, reading "jamesland", since i can't put it down. anyway, i met the coolest guy. he's funny, and smart, and he's in a band. the best part is that he knows chad...sorta. i really wanna set them up. pending chad's approval, of course. i think they'd totally hit it off. that, and the thought of them in bed gave me a woody.

never underestimate the power of your god given divining rods, fellas. i'm totally serious.

sorta.

anyway, i called matty and met him for lunch. we had salad's at hozy's, then made out in the parking lot. he wanted me to get off at his office, but, i was wearing gym shorts, and a big rolling stones tongue shirt. there was no way i was gonna go in there looking like that while everyone else is wearing their ties, and chinos, and whatever. we were standing outside his office, him going, "c'mon, babe. the girls would love to see you", and me telling him to shut up. i'm very articulate when i'm embarrassed.

anyway, matty's boss walks up, pats me on the back (startles me and makes me feel like a fool, but i digress), and asks if i'd seen the james ellroy special on cable. after 10 minutes of ellroy fanboy geek talk, he invites me in to "continue the conversation". matt's got his shit eating grin on (fucker) and after what seems like an eternity, matt saves my ass. he tells his boss that i was in a hurry and had to go. bossman shakes my hand, heads inside, and matt leans in and whispers, "you owe me, pretty boy"

whatever.

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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