have you ever had those days where you just woke up ten hours too late and feel like you've been humping a truck? NO? shit you don't know what you're missing...
FIRST i had a dream that my dear Andy was leaving me for (check this out) buffy the TV vampire slayer... then came some dream about being stranded, due to some form of inclement weather, inside a garden maze of movie rentals (and they weren't even divx!) with Andy, a bunch of his dumbass circuit city co-workers (speaking of those: would i like to go have dinner with them- i think not, especially now), and some weird old people. there was no where to shit. there were lots of birds, who also needed to shit. i was horny. so i wake up, hands in my pants, cuming buckets. good fukking morning to you too.
so... what's my problem? i don't know. thursday night, our third movie night, went well. we had a full house (about 15 people) and watched _highlander_... then one group played the great dalmutti (yeah! card games!) and myself, my pal Jay, dan, and Terry went to the diner... terry and i bonded by talking trash about Andy. (History Lesson: Andy lived with terry before he lived with me. they were best friends, but he's a pain in the ass, so she said 'go'. he left and just kinda ditched her. they never talk anymore, which qualifies him as a dick. Moral: don't forget your friends. no one needs any more GHOSTS.) i went to bed feeling releived from talking but shitty for being so unhappy. when i woke up, Andy, becasue he is so keen, wanted to know what was wrong. he held me, he touched me, he gave me wonderful oral. i was happy for two whole days.
So what's my problem? i dunno. went to fuel last night. my first 'get-beat-up-while-trying-to-watch-a-band-play-i-mean-isn't-that-why-we're-here?' concert. was okay. kinda fun pushing big mean guys off of me. not so fun grabbing the tits of ugly crowd-surfing whores. but it was free, so thank you, Jim from Sony. WE LUV YOU.
everyone should watch the powerpuff girls.
I waNt a fuKKinG ciG a Re TTe. and i miss jessie. and sam. and jay. and everyone andeverything, and i had a good piece of poem in my head in the pit but i lost it ithink they hit it out of me...
So WHAT'S MY FUKKING PROBLEM? i don't know i don't know i don't know.
thank you; come again.
"all that shimmers in this world is sure to fade away again"
NoT SO SHinY -- Rx
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FebRuary 17
HaPPy biRThday RIS.
gots us a new Tv today. :) and that's all that's new here.
but Andy did agree to a ploy to get me a car this morning. ATTENTION: FOR THE MERE PRICE OF ONE NEW BLACK VW BEETLE YOU MAY RECEIVE FROM ME ONE FRENCH KISS (tongue ring preferred). In addidtion, FOR THE MERE PRICE OF MY INSURANCE PAYMENTS FOR AN UNDETERMINED TIMESPAN, YOU MAY RECEIVE FROM ME ONE GLOVED DISPASSIONATE HAND JOB. now, boys... doesn't that seem fair?
i get to hang out with my favorite pal next week. jeff-- you have been missed.
Valentine's Day was okay. it served as a precedent to Andy -- girls like that day; it means love; shower me with attention, dammitt! i got to watch _when harry met sally..._ which is a way awesome movie. and yes a chick flik but hell, i've got the vagina i might as well use it.
we decided we're no longer attending those Exhumed Films horror movie nights at the harwan. yes, i know that's where we met... but they suck now. it's turned into the audubon freshman drunken soiree. it sux. however, our own movie nights are a-okay. this week: Blade on dvd, at 10:30pm when i get home from work...
okay, i'm gonna jet. Andy's playing his N64... and i'm excited...
"I want all that stupid old shit like letters and sodas" -- Scar
okay, moving on I GOT A TATTOO!!!!! neat, huh? it's on my shoulder. sure wish i could figure out how to scan shit into the computer, cuz then i'd try to figure out how to put it on here. but anyway...
saw billy joel the other night. it was good to see Andy so happy. unfortunately, he appears to be a bit under the weather today. i'm sure this is a decent excuse for not doing anything productive.
tomorrow night is the Marvelous 3/ Eve 6 show at the TLA. Backstage, baby! that's right: i get to meet southgang!!! (don't tell me i'm the only glam- rock fan out there!)
movie night went really well, except for the part where willy kept trying to give away parts of vampire$ and darren made Andy feel bad cuz i give darren big ole hugs. aside from that, there was more conversation (down with dalmutti!!!) and a small friendly crowd. next week: stand by me.
so i guess that only leaves jeff's visit on monday night. we had a nice time, talking, laughing, catching up. i think i decided he's my magnetic north. and that's all i'm gonna say about that.
"I've got your mind I said;
she said I've your voice;
I said you don't need my voice girl
you have your own" -- RM:RM:RM:RM
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Mlech 16
somebody please, just cut off my fukkin head.
so i'm trying to be okay... see Andy's on the phone with GirlPal, his cool computer/gaming/sci-fi on-line love or something. this is okay. sort of. i know of her, spoke with her once. whatever. terri called and said she left a message on her machine for him, said it was important... so i tell Andy (poor tired Andy who was just about asleep) [side whine: i've been begging for the good stuff since he walked in the door; received NONE] and he hops out of bed to call her. this is also okay becasue an important message from GirlPal is not an everyday, ya know... but i'm all freaked out anyway... he went to another room to talk, so i waited awhile and then went in that room to use the computer... so he went in another room. i can barely hear what he's saying. blind faith, you say? not when it's so easy to lie. apparently she's coming for a visit. i'll put on my party dress.
well, my cold is doing better... rather, my health is. had today off, accomplished nothing but a load of laundry and washed some dishes (damn housewife!)but i've convinced myself it's okay because i'm ill... i'll be productive on thursday.
looks like i'm returning to cherry hill to fill in an open management position there on friday... gotta mix things up ya know... keep life interesting.
... he stopped talking. i'm gonna go check it out.
beat the brat beat the brat beat the brat with a baseball bat... -- Rx
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Mlech 19
and so _this_ is how it ends.
the difference between you and me is that i *like* to take showers.
i've given up everything for you.
can't stop what's coming; can't stop what is on it's way... -- Ng
