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Saturday, February 28, 2004

I had fun last Sunday. I went to two parties. One was a girl party for Sex in the City's last episode. It was fun. Then we went to meet up with some friends at a bar in Venice. We closed it. Then we went to JJ's house and were "social" there. It was fun. JB put his finger on my nose at the bar. I guess he wanted me to acknowledge him and say hello. I didn't think he remembered my name. SN showed up. I wasn't sure if he would, but I was so glad he did. I talked with LV and JJ and BH and L and A and M and MH and Z and DI and S. Everyone was there. I drove over to JJ's with FV because I don't always know the way. He's so funny, but every time I see him he's drunk. Sometimes he's amazingly drunk. Like so inebriated I can't believe he's standing and talking. I've never seen him sober. I've never really had a conversation with him because he's always a little twisted. He makes for a fun party, though. I would like to get to know this crowd a little better, but I'm always shy. I don't always feel comfortable unless SN or BH are there. I guess that's retarded. I should just have more confidence.

Earlier on Sunday I met a super nice guy. MG is a friend of SN's and I've heard a lot about him but never met him. He was very nice and friendly with me. He has a nice house. We had a good time.

I hope CM goes to New York. I told her she has until June 1st to move out. I think she will. The only way to get rid of her any quicker is if she can't get her license back she'll move to New York where she won't have to have one. I kind of hope she does go. I'm so sick of her. I want my house and privacy back.

I'll write more maybe tomorrow. I'll tell you about this insane girl I used to kind of know. She was certifiable.

confessions of gd * 12:49

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Sunday, February 22, 2004

Life is hard. I want to get rid of my roommate, but I can't find anyone to help me hide the body. I'm very stressed out. I have to go to a party tonight for the last episode of Sex in the City. I've never even seen the show. I don't care, I'm just going to be sociable. I met a really cool guy today. He's my soul mate type according to East meets West astrology. I think he thought I was funny and charming. I want to have mad sex with him and then fun conversations and then more mad sex and conversation. He's very much a cerebral stimulant. I'm excited. I might even go to the gym tomorrow.

confessions of gd * 17:11

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Wednesday, February 18, 2004

I quit my job on Friday to get myself together before starting training to sell real estate. Yes, I'm freaking out. I have no money now. I wish I'd been able to save up a bazillion dollars before quitting, but I wasn't able to. I applied for unemployment and a few part time jobs, but we'll see. I should be getting a check from my retirement cashout next week. Then I'll be able to feed myself and pay the gas and cable bills. What fun. Everything will be okay. I did my cards today and that's what they said.

confessions of gd * 14:03

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Monday, February 16, 2004

I've been thinking of just putting my entire diary, or what's left of it, on here. What do you think? Well, no one respects your stool opinion. Would it be totally uncalled for? Quite possibly. I went to Ikea yesterday with my friend. She gets 38% off even sale items. It was like a fantasy. We were running up and down the kitchen area throwing stuff in the cart.

I'm unemployed. I'm going to the unemployment office tomorrow. I have to call the Vanguard people about my retirement money, too. Which do you think will elicit the desired response? Give me my money now, you fucking pig! or should I just be really sweet and explain how all my good planning has come to nothing and I'm starving?

I have to buy a different car. Since I'm looking but don't yet have cash in hand I'm finding all kinds of superfantastic amazing deals. Of course when I do finally get the money from the retirement, the bank will hold the check for infinite days. Then, when all the good deals have been taken by people who were ready, I'll go out looking again. I'll start praying to the Goddess of Good Deals and the God of Reliable Yet Stylish Vehicles.

confessions of gd * 11:26

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Sunday, February 08, 2004

I'll tell you about someone else I used to know. What a nutcase. He was the last of three sons born to two people who never should have dated much less married and procreated. His parents were both very extreme introverts who were staunch Baptists and had signed up for a five year stint as missionaries in the Amazon emerald forest. No shit. True story. His two older brothers were on scholarship at some ultra Baptist boys school lockdown pseudo psycho asylum kind of place in North Carolina. Pretty much as soon as they got to the jungle his mother figured out she was pregnant. She didn't say anything to anyone, being such an introvert and all, because she didn't want to rock any boats, especially the little taxi boats the Guanchas take you upstream in. That's where he was born - in some back jungle hut where the Quito women helped her out and cut the cord and all that.

By the time I met him he'd graduated the Baptist lockdown and Biola, which stands for Bible Institute of Los Angeles even though it's in Fullerton, Orange County. I've heard people say it stands for Biblical Institute of Legalistic Armenianism, but that's just not true in most circles. He'd never kissed or done anything else with a girl or boy. He was very into music and could play several instruments and speak a few languages, but there definitely were holes in his education. For instance, when we left the Tate Gallery in London we walked across the street to a pensione pasta place and had some eats. It was during Orthodox Lent and menu choices were scant. The place had the greatest Motown soundtrack going and I was really grooving on the music and the London rain and creamy fettuccini (sp?). He'd never heard any of the songs. Unbelievable! They weren't even playing anything too obscure, it was just the good standards like The Ink Spots, The Supremes, The Platters, The Bar Kays, Isaac Hayes, Otis Redding, Marvin Gaye, I don't know everyone but the usual suspects. He hadn't heard of any of them. He said the music was sophomoric pop and the melodies or whatever were very primary. Jesus God. What would have happened if he listened to the Ramones? His brain would probably drip out of his ears.

I wanted to see a show and he didn't. He said London Theater had been grossly overrated since the original Shakespearean hype. I asked him who he thought the dark lady was and he said she was irrelevant. I became girlish and demanded we see a show and I picked Crazy For You, which he said would be moronic because Gershwin couldn't be categorized as either Jazz or Classical. We saw the show and he laughed so much he accidently kicked a lady in the back of the head. Such finesse. When we were running for a train back to Bayswater I dropped my packet of photos onto the tracks and he wouldn't let me get them. He was convinced that a train would materialize from nothingness and run me over as soon as I stepped down and he would somehow be blamed for my untimely demise. I watched our photos get run over. It was very hard being with someone like that. It was even harder traveling in a foreign country with him. England provoked a certain longing in me, but I was glad to get home.

confessions of gd * 15:24

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