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The Scandalous Possibilities of Yesterday's Entry This is really yesterday's entry, but I actually had work-like stuff to do at work yesterday, so I didn't end up putting my thoughts together in any fashion at all, apart from sending an e-mail to my college class e-mail list about the dream I had about them just before waking up in the morning. Also, that long-ass description of the Grammy awards left me a bit drained, I'm afraid. I've been catching a little flak about liking Norah Jones, so let's get something straight; I like her, but it's not like I'm her number one fan. It's not like I listen to her disc all the time and actually think she should have gotten all the awards she did; I thought I'd made the last part quite clear. Why the fuck am I justifying myself here anyway? This is MY diary, and I listen to what I want and a bit of everything, really (right now, it's Tina Turner...Now THAT woman can sing...Let's amend my scenario from yesterday so that we instead have Tina and Aretha and Etta and Bonnie Raitt onstage all together, and for a little English-ness and so that Bonnie Raitt doesn't feel out-of-place being the only white girl up there (or the only Bonnie), let's throw in Bonnie Tyler, too (I seem to have this thing for chicks named Bonnie; maybe I'm still carrying a bit of a torch for my friend Bonnie from college, but she's in California. She's this gorgeous blond, socially-conscious, vegetarian, wickedly intelligent and very classy California girl with whom I stayed in Paris for a time in 1997, and yeah, she speaks French, too. We were carillonneurs together, and she kept me from killing all the others when we were on tour in Belgium and the Netherlands in March of 1996 by being super-cool and wandering around the cities with me, being very kind to me in dealing with my manic depression and my rampant bisexuality which somehow always left me ignoring her in favour of shagging some cute English barman in a hostel. Stupid me.), and maybe Annie Lennox and Alison Moyet. Now, THOSE, you stupid VH1 fucks, are DIVAS! Speaking of people giving me flak makes me think of other diaries I've taken to reading, and I have to say, like some other people I read, I'm starting to get bored of people who use their diaries to do nothing but bitch about how unhappy they are with their hyper-privileged existences. Like I used to tell my friend Peter when he'd call me at 2 a.m. and talk about how frozen and stuck and bored he felt, if you're feeling immobile, get up and go do something, anything, even if you don't think it's the right thing to do. If you sit for long enough in a mud puddle, even on a warm sunny day (and I do believe I'll be ready for those by the time we start having them again), you will eventually become cold and miserable. Now, if someone broke your arms and your legs and threw you in the puddle, that's one thing, but if you're just sitting there because you got bored of playing in it and were too lame to think of something else to do, that is entirely another, and in that case, I have a hard time finding sympathy for you. Like Macy says, "You got to get up, get out and do something..." Speaking of doing something, those "VERB" commercials, meant to encourage kids to get more physical activity (which yes, they need -- the video games have got to go, folks), are really fucking stupid and annoying. The way the guy in the voice-over says the word "verb" is as goofy as the way the guy in the advert encouraging you to "sell your timeshare for CASH" and makes me want to punch him in the face. Also, I'm still not quite sure what I think of Apollo Ohno, after that whole Olympic scandal thing; truth is so hard to find. Monday night, though I left messages for C on both of his numbers (the cell kicked me pretty much straight to voicemail), he didn't call me back, so I, horny bastard that I am, ended up jerking off three times between the time I got home and the time I left for work the next morning. That's not so surprising in itself; the kicker is that a couple times it was to straight porn, which is totally against my rules, for reasons I've already discussed, I think. It always strikes me as trashy and gross, basically, but this was hot, 'cause it was just good honest sex in an airplane bathroom between two attractive people. I'm not going into a whole lot of detail here, because I'm not wearing underwear today, and I'd rather not have everyone who walks past noticing what a tent I'd be pitching in these pants. And they'd notice, believe me. Packing is going well, but I need to do more of it, and faster. I think I'm going to have to take Thursday off to finish in time for the movers, who are coming on Friday afternoon...Wish me luck! You know, I hate when people come up to me with questions while I'm typing these things in the office, because sometimes, I forget to click on something that will cover this particular portion of the screen, and I wonder how much of what I'm typing they read while talking to me...Interesting and scandalous possibilities... r
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