I love planning parties. Mix different friends from different worlds and watch all the chemical reactions! Explosions abound! So, party at my place Friday after this, okay? Okay.
Now I just have to make this place presentable. And let's hope for nice weather. Otherwise, 35 people will be getting very cozy in my little apt. Could be fun, on second thought...
I was on an odd kick earlier. I joined that awful 'classmates' site to look for some old high school/college friends. Lately they've been kicking around in my head, and I'd just like to ask them to please be a little quieter.
Actually, the germ was planted sometime last year when I had a dream about these two girls I used to hang out with. I haven't communicated with them in about ten years, after being pretty close. In my dream, I'm meeting up with them in the present, playing catch-up, and I tell them, 'You two were my first girl friends,' meaning that I could always relax around them, like one of the girls. Sex never got in the way. Woke up crying, weepy sap that I am sometimes.
Aggravatingly, they were the only two people on my very short list that I wasn't able to track down. I'll probably end up paying for one of those people searches. Anyone tried one of those before? Should I bother?
I think I feel the need to show people who knew me 'before' that I'm myself now, and maybe shed some light on why I was so fucked-up and unpleasant back then. I'm assuming any of them still care. Surely they can indulge me, right?
This one guy I used to know in Athens hadn't seen me in five years, and couldn't guess who I was. After giving a sporting selection of clues, I finally told him, and his reaction was priceless. Totally blown away. How cool is that?
And I'm getting genuinely suspicious looks when I show my i.d. (my legal name change is next on the agenda). People simply disbelieve me, and of course, most of the time I'm laughing because I think it's wonderful, but last time I flew, it simply wasn't cool.
Back to the old-friend exorcism:
I found this one girl I'd known when I was fifteen. My first punk friend. Now she's a lawyer, but from what I could tell, she's one of the good ones. She turned me on to Violent Femmes, Prince, New Order, way back when. Good feelings...
On another tack entirely:
An older woman at my job told me she couldn't get to the internet--she said she'd tried Goggle and Yoohoo, but nothing came up. So cute. Those moments make my job worthwhile...
I've been feeling like I've been looking like shit lately. Lately, I've been looking like I've been feeling like I've been looking like shit. I've been feeling like shitting lately, like I've been looking like I've been feeling, and which is like shit.
I need some fun. Friday after this can't come too soon. Oh, except for the cleaning. Damn.
Now I just have to make this place presentable. And let's hope for nice weather. Otherwise, 35 people will be getting very cozy in my little apt. Could be fun, on second thought...
I was on an odd kick earlier. I joined that awful 'classmates' site to look for some old high school/college friends. Lately they've been kicking around in my head, and I'd just like to ask them to please be a little quieter.
Actually, the germ was planted sometime last year when I had a dream about these two girls I used to hang out with. I haven't communicated with them in about ten years, after being pretty close. In my dream, I'm meeting up with them in the present, playing catch-up, and I tell them, 'You two were my first girl friends,' meaning that I could always relax around them, like one of the girls. Sex never got in the way. Woke up crying, weepy sap that I am sometimes.
Aggravatingly, they were the only two people on my very short list that I wasn't able to track down. I'll probably end up paying for one of those people searches. Anyone tried one of those before? Should I bother?
I think I feel the need to show people who knew me 'before' that I'm myself now, and maybe shed some light on why I was so fucked-up and unpleasant back then. I'm assuming any of them still care. Surely they can indulge me, right?
This one guy I used to know in Athens hadn't seen me in five years, and couldn't guess who I was. After giving a sporting selection of clues, I finally told him, and his reaction was priceless. Totally blown away. How cool is that?
And I'm getting genuinely suspicious looks when I show my i.d. (my legal name change is next on the agenda). People simply disbelieve me, and of course, most of the time I'm laughing because I think it's wonderful, but last time I flew, it simply wasn't cool.
Back to the old-friend exorcism:
I found this one girl I'd known when I was fifteen. My first punk friend. Now she's a lawyer, but from what I could tell, she's one of the good ones. She turned me on to Violent Femmes, Prince, New Order, way back when. Good feelings...
On another tack entirely:
An older woman at my job told me she couldn't get to the internet--she said she'd tried Goggle and Yoohoo, but nothing came up. So cute. Those moments make my job worthwhile...
I've been feeling like I've been looking like shit lately. Lately, I've been looking like I've been feeling like I've been looking like shit. I've been feeling like shitting lately, like I've been looking like I've been feeling, and which is like shit.
I need some fun. Friday after this can't come too soon. Oh, except for the cleaning. Damn.
nature is in full bloom ...the allergy levels are upon me. it's nature's way of reminding me to keep my fucking mouth shut.
friend exorcism is great in the first five years... then you realize the links to the past are gone. then you realize that you remember when PRINCE was a man and not a symbol.