Gawd, I know how to make myself look heavy in photos…
I think that I want hire someone to write me a theme song. I think that would be something really cool to have…
O.K. 8 mins to an all new Angel. Procrastination rules!!!!
hair: Semi nappy
eyes: Semi glossed over
height: 6′ more or less
clothing: T-shirt and jeans. Work at a warehouse, so I’m pretty casual
music: Random, listen to pretty much everything.
make up: Carmex
wearing: Long sleeve thermal shirt, You’re just insignificant shirt, Anchor Blue Black jeans, Tigger underwear, champion socks, steel toe shoes
listening to: Random Shuffle on Creative Jukebox (currently Loose Rap by Aaliyah)
thinking of: I really should get back to work, but if I goof off for 30 more minutes, then Angel will be on..
LAST THING YOU…
bought: gas. 4 gallons worth (I think it came out to $9.00)
read: Oh, it was one of the new Star Wars novels, but I can’t remember which one. All I remember is that I read it at Borders @ Stonestown Galleria.
watched on T. V.: ABC news on channel 7
club or house party: Club.
tea or coffee: Coffee.
achiever or slacker: Depends. More Slacker than Achiever though.
beer or cider: Cider.
cats or dogs: Cats.
single or taken: Single
pen or pencil: Pen.
gloves or mittens: Gloves.
food or candy: Food.
cassette or CD: CD.
coke or Pepsi: Pepsi.
matches or a lighter: Matches.
Rickie Lake or Oprah Winfrey: Ricki Lake, who I met in person in L.A.
WHO DO YOU WANT TO…
kill: Don’t think I want to kill anyone right now; give me time though and I’m sure a name will come up…
hear from: Barry/Gabi that they have had their baby.
be like: Anybody but me.
avoid: getting a 3rd roommate, but if that’s what Mike wants to do…
LAST PERSON YOU…AND WHEN?
talked to: Mike, I told him hi when I got home.
hugged: Irene T. Gave her a hug when I was leaving the bookstore today.
instant messaged: Amy. We last talked about her getting sick
who broke your heart: Suzanne.
WHERE DO YOU
eat: In my room
dance: At work when no one is looking, except the camera.
cry: In my room or at work when no one is around.
wish you were: Eating Pie?
HAVE YOU EVER…
Dated one of your best friends? Yes.
Loved somebody so much it makes you cry? Yes.
Drank alcohol? Yes.
Done drugs? Yes.
Broken the law? Yes.
Ran away from home? No.
Broken a bone? Yes.
Cheated on a test? Yes.
Skinny dipped? Yes.
Played Truth Or Dare? Yes.
Flashed someone? Yes.
Mooned Someone? Yes.
Kissed someone you didn’t know? Yes.
Been on a talk show/game show? No.
Been in a fight? Yes.
Ridden in a fire truck? Yes.
Been on a plane? Yes.
Cheated on your Boy/Girlfriend? Yes.
Gave someone a piggy back/shoulder ride? Yes.
Eaten a worm/mud pie? No.
Swam in the ocean? Well, I was waddling; does that count?
Had a nightmare/dream that made you wake up? Yes.
The most embarrassing CD in your collection? People seem to think that I should be ashamed of the ABBA Greatest Hits CD that I have, but I love it.
Your favorite thing for breakfast? French Toast.
Your favorite thing for lunch? In-n-Out
Your favorite thing for dinner? Anything with Chicken.
Your favorite Restaurant? The Macaroni Grill really impressed me this weekend
A Vegetarian: No.
Good At Sports: Eh…
Good at wakeboarding/snowboarding: No.
A Good Singer: In the shower, everybody is a good singer…
A good Actor/Actress? Been accused of being a Drama Queen at times.
A deep sleeper: Eh…
A Good Dancer: Eh…not really.
A good storyteller: I don’t think so.
Last words: There ain’t nothing out there…
In hindsight, it was probably a bad idea to eat the last piece of cake when I woke up last night. But really, I wasn’t going to sleep; I was just laying in my bed. So the cake got eaten and washed down with a cup of milk.
The first dream was me walking along a road. It strangely reminded me of Antioch, near the spot where they are building new houses near Suzanne’s friend, Jason house. Anyway, there was a crosswalk that had a crossing guard The guard was dressed in a yellow and black outfit with this hat that had a black stop sign on the top of it. Has I get closer, I see that this guy is stopping traffic and then letting it go. So I finally get up to the crosswalk and I say hello and we chit-chat for a bit. So he goes to stop traffic and there is this car comming. The guard holds his hand out to stop the car, but the car slowly drives by with out stopping. The guard is blowing his whistle at the car and then the Indian driver (Who looked like the manservant in The Royal Tenebaums) pulls out a black gun and fires at the crossing guard, and then speeds off. I rush out to the street and whip out my cell phone to call 911. The last thing that I remember is that I am trying to stop the blood and there are firemen and parametics around me, coaching me, but not helping.
After my bathroom break, I went back to sleep and had a dream about Suzanne and I. I’m not sure where we were at, but it was outdoors or a window was open, cause there was an outdoor smell. So we started talking, but it quickly ended up with us arguing about the breakup and everything about us. And then it got ugly. I remember calling her a spoiled, manipulative bitch at one point and her calling me a selfish, uncaring asshole. Then we started kissing and had one of the best sex fantasies that I have had in a long time. The last thing I remember with her laying in her arms was her saying, “Now what?” before I woke up.
In a way, I guess I should be grateful for that piece of cake, cause it helped me work out some issues that I’ve had. Granted, I should have had this conversation with the real Suzanne, and not a dream Suzanne. Actually, one could say that I have already had this conversation with her, since it was all about arguments that we got into before (I even rehashed the Brittney/Christina argument we had gotten into one time.) In the end, dream Suzanne threw something that I had said back at me. And if she is happy, then I guess I have no choice but to be happy for her, even if it is not me that is making her happy.
Granted I have no idea if she is happy or not. She could be in an abusive relationship, waiting for me to rescue her from. **sigh** yeah right. I think if anything that bad was happening to her, then April would let me know. I still haven’t read her journal since that time in February when I used Eric’s screenname to read her private entries. Although several times I have been tempted too; as in I have typed in the address, but stop before hitting the Enter button. It was only through the dumbest of luck that I found out that she isn’t going out with the guy she took to the David Grey concert. Six Degrees of Livejournal is such an unpredictable game, non?
So is she seeing the “kissing neck” guy (probably a Renaisance Faire Guy). Or maybe she is actually seeing someone who is an electrician that worked on the same site as she did. Maybe one of her many LJ admirers has flown out to California to be with her. Perhaps she is sitting home every night crying over the mistake she has made, but unsure how to get Joe back into her life (**sniff, sniff** what’s that smell? Smells like crap….) Who knows? But what I do know is that I will stop wallowing in the “Who is she doing?” question. Eventually, I might get pass the “What is she doing?” question. But one step at a time, right?
After work today, I’m sitting in my car waiting for a parking space. San Francisco has been having wierd weather today; Sun into hail into sun into rain, etc. Well it rained for a bit, and then a beautiful rainbow came out in the sky. And I looked up at it and wondered not who is she doing, but what was she doing right now. I wondered if she could see the rainbow and if it had put a smile on her face, like it did mine.
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