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Friday, August 18, 2000, 11:22am
Okay, how's this for embarassing? I'm the most unemployed asshole on the island and get this: I'm going back to Las Vegas in October. Would you believe me if I said that it's totally not my fault? I mean, Jar Jar and Crabby Boba totally meant well; they decided that since I always talked about how I wanted to go to Vegas during Halloween, they decided to just buy me a ticket for my birthday. Well that's really really nice of them but the thing is, and I don't want to sound like an ungrateful fuck for saying this, but how the fuck am I going to afford a trip to Vegas?! I'm thoroughly, completely unemployed! I swear, what the fuck do they teach people in private schools?
Anyway, I tried a couple people and even if I was hired, I wouldn't get a paycheck until November. That doesn't help. Then I figured I'll just take whatever I can get and save up. But then, yeah right I can get my hands on enough cash to survive me by October.
Look at my life: I'm complaining about going to Vegas in October. I really really can't believe this.
Friday, August 25, 2000, 1:25am
Wow, things have sure been interesting.
I've been doing a pretty good amount of my own fiction writing lately and I think I finally got a pretty good groove going. The most amazing cliche thing happened the other night. I've heard a lot about how your characters do stuff you didn't think they'd do, and I always thought it was a bunch of writer kine bullshit mumjo-jumbo nonsense but as I was working on my pedophile short story, I'll be damned, I typed something that I totally didn't expect to type and the story got one hundred percent more interesting for me. Cool beans.
I'm pretty proud of myself cause I was extremely social today. Met with the writing group. The usual yadda yadda yadda and I nearly killed Overpublished again, but here's the jaw dropping cool part. Steak Boy bought a fucking Harley Davidson. I couldn't fucking believe it. He said he wanted to buy one while he was still young and he's totally fucking broke now. All things considered, I had no clue he was the Harley type. He said he was getting too old for those Japanee racer bikes. He constantly fucking surprises me. I mean, I seriously didn't figure him to be the Harley type and it just looks so fucking cool. (I'm suddenly inspired to work really hard and make money now so I can buy a fucking Harley too. Granted, I really don't think I can reach the peddles. Granted granted, I should learn how to ride a motorcycle first.) I was telling him, when he becomes stinking filthy rich, he should have a garage filled with all kinda bikes just like Val Kilmer in Batman Forever.
After that I met up with Cock Eyes. Camel Girl had emailed me reminding me to wish him a happy birthday and I'm really glad I went to see him cause it didn't seem like he was really doing anything for his birthday except work. We ended up going for a drink at Anasia's. We shot one game of pool and this really drunk guy proceeded to leave quarters on the table while we played. I figured he wanted to play after us or something. So when we finished our game, me and Cock Eyes was talking and he walks up to us.
"I want to play the winner," he said.
Well fuck me for winning.
So I played him and well, since he was three sheets to the wind, I beat him. Me and Cock Eyes moved tables and as we're talking, he comes up to me again.
"One more game."
And of course I won. I mean, hell, the guy could barely walk straight much less aim. Everything turned out cool and he shook my hand after every game but I was still scared that he might've been so drunk that if I won, he'd try to shove a pool cue down my throat or something. Then again, Beaglette works there and she would've probably kicked his ass for me, but still, it would have been an unfortunate situation. And it's junk playing with a total drunk. You win, and you feel all bad-ass for a split second, then you realize that the guy is wasted so you may as well have been playing a Jackson's chameleon.
Then we end the night by having Cock Eyes tell Beaglette that I like one of the waitresses so she proceeds to introduce us and I'm giving Cock Eyes the meanest stink eye the whole time. Yeah yeah, very fucking funny motherfucker. You see, what happened was, Cock Eyes starts criticizing the poor girl, saying that she has an extremely short torso. I retort by saying that she's kinda cute and she has really nice legs so why the fuck are you ragging on her poor torso, you fucking private school perfectionist? By that rationale, I guess he assumes that I want to be introduced. I swear, if it wasn't his damn birthday...
Okay I'm officially growing older than dirt and with a birthday looming on the vertical horizon, it ain't looking any better. I once again bring up my age as an excuse for why I was a tad bored during Godzilla 2000. You know, it's not really the same if you're not a kid anymore.
But then again, maybe it was just mediocre Toho Studios because I've been spending an obscene amount of time watching X-Men and the Batman cartoons on Kids WB. But in my defense, they are really really well-made shows. You can tell comic book fans were writing them. And shit, the X-Men cartoons are much better than the live-action movie. They had a Warlock storyline for crissake!!! That's so cool!!!
