>Fashion Forward.



We had a pretty fun weekend. Friday we went to Ben's house warming party. It was better than some of his other parties, which have had weird vibes. This time, there were a different lot of people, less alcohol, and board games. Saturday we did normal day stuff, the gym, a little shopping. Later that evening we went to Heather and Dan's for Heather's birthday dinner and drinks. A bunch of recently transplanted Floridians, and some Bay Area people showed up. We all went ice skating at an outdoor rink near downtown plaza. For some of us, it was our first time. After a very painful trip around the rink in too small skates, I switched to a bigger pair. Apparently this must be the trick to ice skating, because I really felt like Brian Boytano or something. I was doing turns and tricks in no time. It was raining a little and the ice was pretty slushy, which I guessed was not favorable, so I fell once on my knees. After that we went drinking at the Townhouse and did some karaoke. That place is not satisfactory for a karaoke hog like me. You have to wait for everyone to get a turn before you can have a second or a third turn. I mean, I turned in a request at 11:45 pm and still didn't get called when I left at almost 2 AM. Leon was pretty tossed, and he threw up. I got chased by a drag queen, I am imagining that she wanted to dance with me, but I can only guess. I had quite a bit of wine and danced the vogue and the Axl Rose dance. Somehow I drove us the eight blocks home. We woke up Sunday morning feeling like a bunch of champs, which quickly downgraded to a bunch of sick champs. Fortunately it was nothing a little bit of Cornerstone couldn't cure. So we spent much of the day laying down, and eating. Still not completely cured of last night's indulgence, I decided to try the last known hangover cure, Roundtable pizza. It worked like a charm, but it was hell getting the stupid pizza. Some rowdy kid spilled some soda, and the lady bringing our pizza totally slipped, fell and dropped everything. We had to wait forever!
Now, I'm ready to start my work week.
Later.

>Rock Total.



Saw Stereo Total last night. I had a good time at a show for once in a long while, and I actually danced a bit of pogo. Momus was in rare form, I must say. Last time I saw him it was in Sacramento and he was good, but I wasn't that impressed. Maybe this being San Francisco, he pulled out all the stops. Prancing about like a cat, miming a Japanese girl on holiday in Rome, he was all over. I'm pretty sad that we aren't going again tonight. We saw TC last night, briefly. I was about to start talking to him, but suddenly a gaggle of girls errupted into the white girl dance, right on top of me. I fought my way out tooth and nail, only to find out that TC was just all, "oh, see you guys later." Oh well, we will see him around sometime.
I went to see my mom this morning. She was still in the hospital. My poor mom, she's been through so much. She doesn't deserve to have creepy diseases like metastic cancer, and avascular nucleroisis. She's going home today, and I'll go see her this weekend.
I was thinking about someone that I used to go out with. We lived together for a while, and shared everything. Clothes, hair products, clothes, chores, dogs, Cleo and meals. We ate vegetarian meals, because as I always thought, we were both vegetarians. I came to find out, after we broke up that she wasn't a vegetarian at all! Imagine that. I'm sorry, but this bothered me way more than the time that she claimed to be the gayest person she knew, then went and turned un-gay. She also said that she wanted to be the boss of everything. To be the boss of everything is a lofty goal.
Me, I just want to be the boss of a few things. They are:
1. The boss of Leon not interrupting me when I speak.
2. The boss of traffic (this includes parking).
3. The boss of the radios in my house on the weekends.
4. The boss of who deserves to have animals as pets.
5. The boss of no smoking anywhere.
That's not too much.
Later.

>Scratchy pomegranate, I heart you.



:Kissing in the hallway.
:Telling me "poor baby" when I need it.
:You're so creamy.
:Cooking dinner for me.
:Touching my face.
:Fall asleep on the couch.
:Your big arms.
:Kissing in the morning.

I love you pepper,
Tiny.

>The ultimate kitchen fan battle, Autumn 2001!



I think our upstairs neighbor is having a battle with us. See, she likes to smoke cigarettes right under her range top exhaust fan, while it's on. I guess that she's thinking that her graceful, blue plumes of smoke just float right up like a cloud of nicotine fairies, through the exhaust passage and escapes into the sky. This is so not the case! In fact, the smoke instead gets pushed down into my apartment! It stinks up my whole house and gives me a headache. I've bought air fresheners, lit candles, lit inscence! Nothing works. Our house still smells like ghetto house. The only way I can sort of prevent it is to turn on our ktichen fan every time she turns on hers. Last night was a super battle of near collosal proportions. She turned hers on, I turned mine on, she turned hers off, I turned mine off. Mere minutes later, she turns hers on again, so I turn mine on, too. Off, on, off, on, off, on! It went on for quite sometime.
There's just too much for me to do today. I am supposed to go see my sister from 5-7:30, Leon wants to have band practice at 6:30, Heather wanted to go to the gym for an ab workout and I still have to do laundry. Everyone wants a piece of me these days.
Let's all hope that my rent check didn't bounce.
Later.