I’m home. I’m not committing murder. You’re all relieved, no doubt.
Jonno was right; November sucks. It’s freezing and the heat in my apartment isn’t working. I have an ingrown pubic hair and a big shaving-related gash on my left cheek. I’m thinking of calling in sick to my part-time job tomorrow rather than going in and committing the grisly murder I fantasized about all day today.
And there’s still no elected leader of the free world…
I guess things aren’t all THAT bad, though. I had my fill of barbecue this weekend. Real barbecue. North Carolina barbecue. Chopped pork in a vinegar and pepper sauce. None of that ketchupy crap the rest of the country uses. I was happy.
I’ve also spent two quite pleasant low-key evenings with a nice guy who met me through email. See? That could have been you. But then again, you might have been miffed at the fact that I’m not really fit human companionship this month. David (the David who isn’t me) wasn’t, fortunately. He gets extra points; I’ll write more when he gets to 50.
I’m thinking of taking a few days off from this space. Of course, that’s in addition to the few unannounced days I already took off. Check back though. I may change my mind later tonight if I have somthing more to say, or if I really go on that killing spree at work tomorrow.
Sorry for the Beavis and Butthead moment here, but I just saw this commercial featuring some grandfatherly old pharmacist who managed to keep a straight face as he discussed this wonderful new skin-care product called Zim’s Crack Creme. Obviously this name was decided without the moderating influence of a corporate marketing department.
More later about elections, meeting a nice guy last night, and more, but I had to get this one posted before I forgot…
Where I actually had dinner tonight:
Where I fantasized about having dinner tonight:
Maybe I spoke too soon…
At least the people of Missouri apparently had the good sense to realize that a dead Democrat was better than a live Republican as a candidate for the US Senate. It’s a pity that slightly more than half of the country couldn’t show the same good judgment by electing a different dead Democrat to the presidency.
I’m going to bed. I may move to Canada tomorrow.
David’s first rule of casual copulation: in the rare event that one’s house is completely clean one evening, no potential sex partner will see it, no matter how promising things may look early in the evening. Period.
The laundry is done, the dishes are washed, and the floors are vacuumed, and I’m sitting here watching “Badfinger: Behind the Music“, all by my lonesome. That’s OK; I did have nice cheap sex earlier with a boy in very convincing bike messenger drag, among others. But I rather wanted to bring someone home. And I thought I was going to at one point. Oh well…
Things I love tonight:
- Badfinger.
- My stunningly clean house and “Downy fresh” laundry.
- Half-price Hallowe’en candy at Long’s.
- $1.69 Stouffers at Ralphs.
- Alternaboys with surprisingly large penises.
Things I hate tonight:
- Cute boys (named Steve) who are sober enough to cruise me very agressively (to the point of snuggling, even) but are too drunk to have the attention span required to get past that point.
- Forgetting to set the VCR and thus missing The Simpsons while engaging in the aforementioned snuggling.
- The asshole who stole the brand new jack from my trunk just hours after I bought it last night.
- Laundromats.
One of the biggest things I’d miss about living in a large urban area would be the ability to get around without a car. Even though I actually have one, I almost never drive it in the city. It’s just too much of a pain in the ass, given parking, traffic, and the alarming recent increase in the number of idiots on the streets. It’s usually easier just to walk most places I go, or sometimes to take a bus. My car is pretty much for trips to the supermarket and, more importantly, for trips OUT of the city.
Tonight, we took BART to Oakland for dinner, followed by a long walk. When I lived in Charlotte, we never took a train to Gastonia for dinner. In Greensboro, a fairly large city, I don’t think any of the bus routes even operate after about 6:00 at night. Tonight’s trip took maybe ten minutes longer than driving would have and the frustration level was almost non-existant.
I love having a car, but I also love not HAVING to have a car.