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I thought I had this cold licked, but tonight, my head and nose are totally fucked up.
Hello. Have you seen my sinuses? If you have, please give them back.
Ooh, commercial for Lego's Droid Developers kit...
Okay, back.
Went to visit Bookworm and left with a copy of The Perfect Storm. I love free shit.
I found out that the Good Sister got hired there. Well, that was my good deed for the millenium. Ironic isn't it? I'll find someone else a job but meanwhile...
Speaking of ironic, I heard Ka Leo is now gonna have the island's second largest circulation. I think that's one of the seven signs. As if there weren't enough things wrong with this island?
At least my throat isn't sore. Right. Perhaps I shouldn't have started going gym again.
Why the fuck am I writing in here?
Cause you're just killing time until your Gramma falls asleep so you can sneak outside and smoke a cigarette.
Oh. Thanks. By the way, who are you?
I'm your italicized self-conscious.
I see. You're pretty cool.
Thanks. You're pretty cool yourself. Amazingly good-looking too.
Aww shucks. Stop. You're making me blush.
Thursday, October 14, 1999, 3:42 am
Had goodbye dinner with Pam (sniff, sniff). Sad really. I have two regrets.
1. I'm still kinda ill so I totally had to cut short the night cause my fever was making me kinda dizzy.
2. I wish we had dinner way more often! It's so fucking fun. I swear, no matter how spastic you act, it ain't embarassing cause there's no way in hell you can be more spastic than Pam. I mean, this chick whacks total strangers in the crotch.
I even discovered I can do an imitation of a crying Pua from Road Rules. Learn something new every day.
The really freaky part was, we mention someone, and all of a sudden they pop up. We ran into Fiscal Chick at the Mall. She's all like, "Hey Aaron! How you doing? Who you came with?"
Totally flustered, I point to the pay phones. "Uh, Pam. Umm, she's right there!" I swear, total coinkidink.
Pam then comes over and makes some nasty remark about lawyers. Then we find out Fiscal Chick's boyfriend is an attorney. Doh.
The really cool part was Fiscal Chick was looking at us going, "I didn't know you guys still kept in touch."
I'm like, "Um, yeah, well, you know, uh, email, mumble mumble mumble..."
Like Pam said, "Journal? JOURNAL?! What journal? Did I say 'journal'?!"
Then right after we mention him, we run into Druglord (who's also unemployed; is there something just going around already?). It was so typical. I swear to God, he was reeking of weed so fucking badly, if me and Pam take a drug test, we'd come up positive just cause we talked to him. I can't farking believe she couldn't smell it. (On a side note, The Good Mother said that the reason I probably felt dizzy wasn't cause of my fever, it was probably cause I was getting second hand stoned.)
But anyway, I feel really bummed I had to cut the night short. Oh well, WHEN you come back to visit Pam, drop me a line, let's do dinner again, and then let's hang out at the Mall and see how many other people we can make pop up. Oh, and when you're on the mainland, try not to go around whacking people in the crotch.
And Pam, one more thing. If you do what you told me you were planning to do on Friday night, I'm giving the Mariposa Barfly your home phone number.
I even scored a free issue of Penthouse. Then I kept setting off the store's burglar alarm. Lovely. Not only am I walking out with merchandise that I didn't pay for, it's a nudie mag. How much more embarassing does it get? That's a solid night.
I "talked" to the Good Mother today. Apparantly even she heard about my job offer from Cuntface. Like I told Pam last night, if the job had come from anyone else... But I just can't do it. I'd rather become a professional penis self-picture emailer. *Inside joke, don't worry about it.*
The Good Mother also said that my frequent illnesses are probably stress-related. All things considered, she might be right. Granted, she said I should listen to Oprah, but anyway... Yeah, it might be stress-related. At first I thought the notion was ludicrous, then I pondered. She may be right. Especially with the way Ball And Chain's been lately. But now that's she working full time, some of the pressure might be taken off me.
I'm trying to cut down on smoking. I'm thinking about quitting again. Maybe for New Year's. Bad idea, I know. We all know how that went the last time around.
I'm also trying to take frequent "rest cures." You see, I'm reading The Magic Mountain by Thomas Mann and it takes place in a German turburculosis (sp?) sanitorium (sp?). As a part of the patients' day, after meals and constitutionals, they are (sp?) required to take "rest cures." These "rest cures" consist of basically lying on your ass, not doing anything for one hour. I'm trying it out. I'll keep you posted as to how it goes.
I swear, I seriously gotta take this unemployment period as a serious vacation. I have absolutely no reason to be stressed so... So... SO THERE DAMNIT!
Three Kings was cool. Funny. Et cetera. Not quite sure why my humongous colleague Roger Ebert gave it an A+ though.
You know what? George Clooney is one cool motherfucker. I don't know why this guy isn't a star. Granted, I've never seen a single episode of ER but... From Dusk Til Dawn: he was a total bad ass. One Fine Day: he had the coolest look on his face when the boy stuck a marble up his nose. The Peacemaker: when he used the Mercedes as a fricken battering ram and then just fucking shot the guy point blank, that was too cool. Out Of Sight: well, that movie just kicked ass in general.
For the last fricken time, George Clooney DID NOT ruin the Batman franchise. There was a LOT of damn things wrong with Batman And Robin and it was not his fault damnit. Okay, maybe a little bit his fault... Damn, participate in a movie that sunk one of the coolest franchises in cinema history and they never forgive you...
