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I got home and decided to close my eyes for a little while at 8:30pm and I didn't wake until 8:10 am. I feel a bit refreshed. I like the idea of taking showers in the morning but usually I never have the time so I go to work stink and I end up not bathing until the weekend. Kidding. I bathe the night before. But I still like the idea of morning showers better.
There seems to be a lot more dead birds around these days. I parked next to a corpse this morning and as I was walking towards the building, I came across another. Is this an omen or are birds just being really reckless about their lives lately?
Thursday, March 30, 2000, 1:33am
I found a new journal the other day and the writing is really good and fun but it was discontinued so I've just been cruising the archives. Tonight I finally clicked onto the last entry and by one of those Oahu-is-a-small-island quirks of coincidences, his entry was about the death of Lockjaw. Apparently they were friends. I kinda feel like I read a ghost right now. And it just floors me every time how tiny this island is. Was the journal-keeper at the funeral too?
Every once in a while I think about Lockjaw. I should have been a better friend. I got issues to work out already. I know it sounds totally cheesy but what the fuck, I should try write a short story or something. I've had these guilty feelings since December. I should write a story and maybe throw it into the ocean where they scattered the ashes and just fucking get closure already.
Flip Slutt said that he had good memories of me. I really want to believe that.
Ever since this play has been going on, I've really felt like a writer but I haven't written a lick of shit. I really should at least try to start working on one of the billion other projects I left hanging.
It was still kinda a charge to see my name in a newspaper article. Granted, it was a small sentence. Granted granted, it wasn't much of a newspaper but still, with the kinda days I've been having, I need all the fucking help I can get.
I checked out the new Honolulu Magazine and in addition to the usual suspects for the runner up section of the fiction contest, I saw Steak Boy's name! I'm really fucking happy for him cause I'm really really glad he's still writing. I had a feeling that once he graduated he'd stop (or maybe he did stop and that piece was just a part of his thesis). But regardless, I always thought out of all of us, he really needed to write MORE and apparently he did. Cool.
Inevitably, the questions at work are all beginning to revolve around either something personal, or sex.
If you could marry anybody right now, who would it be?
My first crush in intermediate school. (As soon as it left my mouth, I totally forgot Cock Eyes went to the same high school as her. As soon as I saw recognition in his face, I threatened to kill him if he ever told anyone.)
Do you talk dirty in bed?
I tried to once, but then I started cracking up right halfway through. I can't do anything with a straight face. I'd rather just stick to a couple grunts at the end.
Would you sleep with two girls?
In a heartbeat. I can't believe this was actually an issue of debate for Cock Eyes. I don't know who the fuck taught that boy to have morals.
Camel Girl proclaimed herself boring in bed. Strictly missionary and she hates giving blow jobs.
We're all gonna get sooo fucking busted for sexual harassment one of these days.
Final Destination was one of the few movies that actually had me edgey cause you never really knew how the person was gonna get killed. At least in the first half. I mean, usually you know Michael Myers is gonna get them, or an alien is gonna pop out of their stomach or something, but in this movie, it was just ordinary shit so you're kinda wondering stuff like, Oh shit, is that she gonna get her throat slit while opening that can of Coke?
But on the other hand, is that really worth $7?
