1999-12-20

had a self-paced (and self-outpaced) marathon through five boxes of nitrous, some weed in the mix. beer on friday. drink drink drank drunk. dear god, i must be a broken color on the inside after the week or so i have spent. i feel seriously shot in the mental department, and i have watched my typically sparkling vocabulary just DIE DIE DIE on evil fumes and gases. at all costs, i am still breathing and maintaining bladder control. for whatever that's worth.

leaving in two days for d.c. much to accomplish. i forwarned you all about the impending evil of my jaunt to the computer store to replace "that which was broken in a moment of drunken foolery[tm]"... in a moment of (not very) rare idiocy on saturday, i somehow found it to be a "good idea" to travel into town, to "union square" during "the last saturday before christmess". it was "crowded" and "full of festivation".

compusa was a mind-boggling array of harried customer service individuals clad in red shirts that only barely matched the sort of fuschia/burgundy flushes of their irritated faces. this glow of commerce charm could only be out-shined by the "holiday cheer" of the customers bombarding them with questions. i chose to lay low, walk around the store three times with my limp, broken modem in hand, and then leave the store without asking anyone anything or making my trip WORTHWHILE by any standard of measure. oh shit. stall on internet connectivity continues on.

hmmm. long weekend, again. old friend justin (from way back in the high school years, those dreaded high school years, those EVIL EVIL high school years)... cruised through town on his way down from humboldt and we had some quality time spent. justin and i seem to be able to approach eachother intermittently and share whatever cool stuff we have run across in the interstitial course of our living. talented boy, very witty, always a good time. weird comfort in old friends. i have so few of them, its hard to remember sometimes where i was, or who i was before now.

on the other boy front(s)::

*insert whine about how alex hasn't written to me here*

*insert whine/insecurities about skaterboy here*

sick to death of 'em both. (yah.)

thppppppt.