Last night was a victorious spectacle of a winning-streak for the M*Sak, let me tell you. Ladies' Night was officially PWNED.

Chrissy and I had a promising start on the drive to Ride the Nine. We were stopped at a red light, and some good ol' boy on a muscle-bound Harley Davidson cruised up beside us. Chrissy liked the bike, so she said hi, and in the span of a red light, we learned the mysterious biker with the image of a blunt-smoking certain blasphemy of a purple dinosaur tattooed on his arm is named Barney. Barney works at the Outlaw Club, which is apparently a B-Town Biker Bar. We were invited to come along over to the place for drinks and rides on the H-muscle; at Chrissy's mild assertion that she is not twenty-one, we received the affectionate reply: "I-on't givva fuuuck..." in that charming ol' boy drawl. So I may or may not be frequenting a biker bar soon enough. Not for Barney, or even for his bike (or mullet), but the atmosphere intrigues me.

Anyway, back to the tale of my glorious evening of billiards:

Once at Ride the Nine, our cue and coke procured, I proceeded to lay down a 40lb barrel of the finest grade of WUPASS on Chrissy's skinny behind. I won five games in a row, got flirted up by a cute (albeit slightly shady-looking) character who was apparently interested in my tattoo, and managed to weasel a $1 internet jukebox selection out of aforementioned shady-looking hottie (it was Mary Jane's Last Dance, natch).

Basically, I had a fan-fucking-tastic night.

Tonight -- eh, not so eventful. Chrissy and Dan came by, and we went to Chad's trailer for a few minutes, but Chrissy has been working ten-hour days for quite a long while now, and decided she was too tired to do anything but drive back to Normal to drop me off and then go home and pass out with amiable fuck-buddy Dan.

So, I'm on my lonesome, which is probably a good thing, since I have to work tomorrow. Apparently there's supposed to be a party here tonight, hosted by Josh for his on-and-off obsession's impending move to Nashville. This supposed party was supposed to start ten minutes ago, and I am the only person in this house. Maybe the location was moved at the last minute? I can't say I'd be that disappointed, considering the early morning I have ahead of me, and Josh's tendency to drink. A lot.

Today, June 14th, marks the first day of 2007 that I have deemed appropriate for shorts, not only because it is hot (DAMN HOT!) outside, but also because I have a suitcase full of dirty laundry and no detergent.

And no money... but that's a separate looming raincloud all by itself. I've got about $60 to my name right now, and rent's due on the first... I should get two paychecks before then, which would be cool, but I'm worried that the advance I got last pay period will cut into my pay and I may get nothing..? I hope that's not the case, though -- I usually get an advance for office work I start doing for graduate students later in the summer...

AND I NEED THAT MONEY... Rull bad.

I also have yet to make an appointment with a guidance counselor at Heartland. I really need to get all my ducks in a row on this shit before I even consider approaching my dad about my 'plans' for next semester (part-time community college student, part-time minimum wage grunt).

I've been dreading said confrontation for so long and so much that I'm at the point that I've come full circle and can't even worry about it. I can only smile helplessly and hope I don't get taken off the family health insurance for my trespasses.

Speaking of health: bad! Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad!! I somehow developed yet another kidney infection, which came on much faster than the one I had a few months ago and was exponentially more severe. I ended up at the Bromenn Emerg at three in the morning, laughing through my agonized tears as the nurse asked me to rate the pain on a scale of 1 to 10. Uh, lady, have you seen my back? I didn't shed a tear with a needle jabbing into my back continuously for an hour and a half, not even when it was tracing over the bones in my spine! And I'm crying now!! Cut the crap and just give me the goddamn Vicodin!

Of course, this was still when Jimmy was visiting, and, horror of horrors, apparently one is not to engage in intercourse when one is afflicted with a kidney infection. I'm not sure what role the fucking KIDNEYS play in sex, but I was good and abstained. Kind of.

I've found 37 new bands that I like in the past two days. See, that's why I love mp3 blogs. I found a song about a horny gorilla who escaped from the zoo. And it's in French... like, cabaret-style shit. Maybe I'm just developing a penchant for hoarding absolutely ridiculous music, but, ferrealz, that's my shiz, yo. I've also developed a habit of trying to find "non-single" material on the albums of new and up-coming mainstream artists... particularly mainstream hip-hop artists.

I found out today that my flatmate's friend Katie drawls pitchurs of the Japanese anime-style. I'm glad I finally found something to chat about with her -- even if it is about something I don't know much about. She's over at the house almost every day and I have felt bad about being a little hermit. So we talked a bit about her favorite artists, and laughable horrifying-ness that is Faruba's latest bajillion volumes.

Phew. Well, it sounds like someone is actually home -- they're playing the post-punk mix I made for the party, at any rate. So I think I'll make an appearance before I hit the sack.

Peace and shiz.

EDIT:



Sweet, I gots paid, y'all. Another 500 in the bank, thank god, which means I can set aside money for next month's rent already. I've actually been very good about managing my money and balancing my checkbook recently -- keeping receipts and everything!! It's made life a lot easier -- why was I such a dumbass before?

Anyway, not sure why I got paid so much (it's almost like another advance -- pretty sure I didn't make that much in two weeks, considering I'm paid, like, $8.50/hr and I took three days off this week for my kidneys.

I made some interesting observations yesterday while in an altered state of mind. I was looking at the postcard prints I have on my wall (all six of them) without my glasses on and describing what they look like that way.

1: Bob Marley smoking a joint -- I saw the face of a man as he's putting on sunglasses with a gloved black hand.
2: The Two Fridas -- the print made the light seem 3-dimensional; it looked like a badass light fixture
3: Hand-colored(?) photo of Frida Kahlo -- I saw a very art deco work featuring a stylized apple core, complete with a green leaf spreading out from the stem
4: Photo of Bob Marley against fuchsia background -- I saw a baroque painting of Actaeon, surrounded by a pale yet vibrant border of tie-dye colors
5: Photo of blues musician "Taj Mahal" playing the bass -- I saw an androgynous black figure in a pin-up pose, pulling up the skirt to bear the leg
6: The Love Embrace of the Universe, the Earth (Mexico), Me, Diego and Mr. Xoelotl -- I saw arms carrying a framed, mostly tropically-themed still-life painting, complete with oranges, bananas, a lime, and strawberries

Thought I'd share that. Last night turned out to be pretty cool. I talked to Roberta for a little while and she seemed like a cool chick -- it's too bad she's moving to Nashville before I got a chance to know her! The 'party' ended up being a pretty low-key gathering of about five or six people, most dropping in and out intermittently -- for a long while it was just Josh, Roberta, and myself out on the front porch. Our bug-repellent candle had died beyond revival, so we loaded the pottery bowl it was in with toilet paper and twigs and made a little torch -- that was fun. A guy named Wes stopped by, and I couldn't place where I'd met him until after he left -- Zhora introduced me to him, like, last September, and I haven't seen Wes since October, so I suppose it makes sense that I wouldn't remember him right off the bat. Upon reflection, I'm glad he's friends with Josh, because I recall he's a pretty genial guy -- the kind of man who's made a lot of really big mistakes but is working very hard to get his life back on track.

I rode my bike into work this morning, and let me say that it is actually refreshing to be out riding that early -- there's no traffic, pedestrian or vehicular, and the breeze is cool and fresh -- none of that stagnant heaviness that comes with late afternoon. The awesome thing about it is that the ride home after work is all downhill -- I just coast and I'm home in three minutes flat. Sweetness.

Peace, take 2.

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