Entitled: i saw something terrible and general worries.



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i am going in the hot tub soon. my muscles hurt something fierce. i only worked out for 25 minutes or so, but it seems i did the job. ah, we’re going now. i’ll finish this on my return.
i have returned.

LaTeR, iN aNoThEr PaRt Of ToWn


last night, bateman and i went and had dinner at his friend’s house again. this time, i spoke with friends’ wife on the phone before. like an actual person might. intriguing. they’re coming out here in a week or so. i will monitor this situation closely for progress.

LaTeR, iN aNoThEr PaRt Of ToWn


on the way home, bateman and i saw something extremely disturbing. we stopped at 7-11 because he suddenly needed two donuts and a big gulp. two donuts and a big gulp and he’s 2% body fat. is there any justice in the world? any at all? i had nothing. i’m on south beach right now and 7-11 just isn’t south beach friendly.
anyway, while we were in there, a black man came in and was having some sort of altercation with the arab of indeterminate origin owner. it seems that the aoio owner had recently thrown away the days leftover sandwiches. they were, in fact, in the garbage. the black man had taken one of the sandwiches out of the store’s garbage. the aoio owner kept saying “no, it’s expired, don’t eat that.” and the black man said “i’m a poor man, it’s alright, i’ll eat it, expired or not.” (he said it in just that way.) bateman was paying for his sacchrine bounty at this point, but i was watching this other exchange quite closely. finally, the aoio owner said “no, don’t take that, look take one of these” and pointed at the basket of fresh sandwiches. the black man took one of them and began to walk out of the store. at this point, the aoio owner began berating the black man for stealing the sandwich. the black man said “but, i thought you said take it!” the owner said “no. dollar nine. you pay for it.” the black man, not having a dollar and nine cents walked out just as we were. bateman gave the black man a couple of dollars on the sidewalk outside and said, “go and get a sandwhich, man.” the black man said “no. when people treat me like that, i don’t give them money. i’m going to burger king.” and he pointed away across the street. we all nodded and he walked off. we got in our car. bateman said “i really thought that guy told him to take the sandwhich.” i told him that i did too.
what a fucking asshole that owner was, seriously. an asshole on many many levels. first of all, he THREW AWAY the sandwhich. if this poor bastard needs to eat his garbage, let him eat the goddamned garbage. second, if he HAD given him a fresh sandwhich, how much would that have cost the owner? my guess is around .50. third, it’s not like this guy wanted a 40. he was taking a thrown away ham sandwich. christ almighty. i hope the owner comes down with a nasty case of bowel cancer, seriously. that is some evil evil karma he’s developing.

LaTeR, iN aNoThEr PaRt Of ToWn


bestbud came home. we haven’t seen him yet, but he’s ok. didn’t get blown up or kidnapped, so rock on about that. i don’t know what that would have done to things, but it would not have been good.

LaTeR, iN aNoThEr PaRt Of ToWn


as previously mentioned, i’m on day two of south beach. i’m doing ok. it’s not so bad. i hope i’m losing weight though, if not, i’m seriously going to cry. here are my goals:
lose 15% of my current body weight
finally weigh less than my boyfriend (i have not accomplished this in over 7 years)
need less igg to survive.
i think those are fair requests.

LaTeR, iN aNoThEr PaRt Of ToWn


i wonder when the publisher is going to send over the edits. i am nervous. what if they hate those final stories i sent over? that’s a scary thought. scarier is how behind i am on hair again. i need to put in harder work days. i need to just try more. sadly, extras and the L word are on tonight so that’s going to put a dent in my work time. still, i refuse to sacrifice lesbians and ricky gervais for work ethic. my love for both is actually stronger than my love of money. and that’s saying something.

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atmosphere: post hot tub wiggles

i'm feeling: hot and soft

i learned: sometimes, people are just huge assholes

Submitted On: Sunday, Jan. 14, 2007 9:33 pm

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