Thursday, February 20, 2003
Today is the most beautiful day of the year.
The sun is shining. The birds are chirping. And all of the snow is turning into a flood that is wiping away all the homeless people, subway garbage, and even venereal diseases. It’s pretty great. You almost don’t need a jacket. Isn’t it weird how when it’s summer, a 46 degree day could kill a man, but in the winter, a 46 degree day will warm up your balls? I don’t really understand metaphysics, but I’m willing to write it off as gaylord.
Can you tell that I am in a good mood today? I don’t feel as tired as I have felt all week. I don’t feel as emotionally beaten down. I just feel plain good. Having Paul stay at my place last night was the fucking best. Rita made “Breakfast” for “Dinner” and we “ate” like “hogs”. “” “” “” “” “” “” “” “” “”
I made brownies for my two roomies and Paul managed to shove half the pan in his face before we went to bed. Paul has this theory about brownies. “Brownies are a dessert that you eat periodically through the evening. It’s best to get started early, so that the pan can be finished and cleaned before bed”. Hmm. Sick.
Paul and I literally laughed all night long and when we went to bed we continued to do the same.
We didn’t even come close to hooking up, which is something he and I are working through right now. But there is also another reason why we haven’t been touching. You see, I use this steroid cream on my dick to get rid of this little patch of dry skin that I have. I use a little every couple of days. Well, on Sunday, I put extra steroid cream on the head of my dick and then on Monday morning I did the same thing. By Monday evening, I had completely destroyed my cock. When I woke up on Tuesday, I noticed that I had a SHEET of skin pealing off my dick. When I play with the skin on and around my penis, it crinkles and looks like the top layer of a pan of brownies. It’s fucking gross and Rita says that I need to start wearing underwear again. Someone please help my yiddle cock and balls.
In other news, Rita and I are meeting up with Kelly to measure our apartment tonight. I am excited to see the place again. I haven’t been back there since we first saw it. How exciting! Today’s a good day for looking at apartments and going to happy hour afterwards. Oh. Did I mention that we were going to happy hour afterwards? Cuz we are going to happy hour afterwards. How fun to be able to scope out our new neighborhood! We were originally going to have dinner together, but as Kelly said today: “I’m just lovin liquid dinners!” Yem!
Just got off the phone with Mariah. Dammit she is being super amazing about this whole moving thing. She will be at my apartment on Thursday night to help with any last minute packing. Then she is getting up bright and early with us Friday morning in order to help us move our shit to Times Square. She is being incredibly sensitive to my feelings about this whole thing. I have so few friends in the city and now is the time when I need them to come through for me. And so far, they all are. Paul has stepped up to the plate. Mariah is there for me WHENEVER I need her. Everyone at work is asking lots of questions and being very supportive. And then there is my brother and parents who are nothing, but excited for me and for this whole process. I told Mariah how badly I needed her to be around after Rita moves; that I am not going to have many people to hang out with since Paul and Kelly both work evenings. She gets out of work at 6pm every day and she told me that it takes her 15 minutes to get to Times Square. She has volunteered to sleep over and to take me out whenever I want. I feel very lucky to have these people be so wonderful to me. Hey, if you aren’t going to have more than 5 friends in NYC, it’s best that they be GREAT ones. And they are.
Kelly is very lucky to have the life that she does in the city. She has a ton of friends, a new theater company that she is working on, and a great job. I want to have the same stuff to keep me busy. This move will hopefully provide me with that same type of lifestyle. I am very proud of Kelly for achieving this for herself. If I can just focus on that, then maybe this move won’t be so damn hard. That’s why we are moving anyway. It’s time to get down to business in this city. I seem to be the only one who hasn’t started anything. Now, it’s my turn.
In any case…Rita’s going away party for work is in an hour. Of course I am planning the entire thing. Now I must go buy her a cake and Clementines . Her two favorite pleasures!
ROCK OUT GIRLS OF 21ST STREET!
The sun is shining. The birds are chirping. And all of the snow is turning into a flood that is wiping away all the homeless people, subway garbage, and even venereal diseases. It’s pretty great. You almost don’t need a jacket. Isn’t it weird how when it’s summer, a 46 degree day could kill a man, but in the winter, a 46 degree day will warm up your balls? I don’t really understand metaphysics, but I’m willing to write it off as gaylord.
Can you tell that I am in a good mood today? I don’t feel as tired as I have felt all week. I don’t feel as emotionally beaten down. I just feel plain good. Having Paul stay at my place last night was the fucking best. Rita made “Breakfast” for “Dinner” and we “ate” like “hogs”. “” “” “” “” “” “” “” “” “”
I made brownies for my two roomies and Paul managed to shove half the pan in his face before we went to bed. Paul has this theory about brownies. “Brownies are a dessert that you eat periodically through the evening. It’s best to get started early, so that the pan can be finished and cleaned before bed”. Hmm. Sick.
Paul and I literally laughed all night long and when we went to bed we continued to do the same.
We didn’t even come close to hooking up, which is something he and I are working through right now. But there is also another reason why we haven’t been touching. You see, I use this steroid cream on my dick to get rid of this little patch of dry skin that I have. I use a little every couple of days. Well, on Sunday, I put extra steroid cream on the head of my dick and then on Monday morning I did the same thing. By Monday evening, I had completely destroyed my cock. When I woke up on Tuesday, I noticed that I had a SHEET of skin pealing off my dick. When I play with the skin on and around my penis, it crinkles and looks like the top layer of a pan of brownies. It’s fucking gross and Rita says that I need to start wearing underwear again. Someone please help my yiddle cock and balls.
In other news, Rita and I are meeting up with Kelly to measure our apartment tonight. I am excited to see the place again. I haven’t been back there since we first saw it. How exciting! Today’s a good day for looking at apartments and going to happy hour afterwards. Oh. Did I mention that we were going to happy hour afterwards? Cuz we are going to happy hour afterwards. How fun to be able to scope out our new neighborhood! We were originally going to have dinner together, but as Kelly said today: “I’m just lovin liquid dinners!” Yem!
Just got off the phone with Mariah. Dammit she is being super amazing about this whole moving thing. She will be at my apartment on Thursday night to help with any last minute packing. Then she is getting up bright and early with us Friday morning in order to help us move our shit to Times Square. She is being incredibly sensitive to my feelings about this whole thing. I have so few friends in the city and now is the time when I need them to come through for me. And so far, they all are. Paul has stepped up to the plate. Mariah is there for me WHENEVER I need her. Everyone at work is asking lots of questions and being very supportive. And then there is my brother and parents who are nothing, but excited for me and for this whole process. I told Mariah how badly I needed her to be around after Rita moves; that I am not going to have many people to hang out with since Paul and Kelly both work evenings. She gets out of work at 6pm every day and she told me that it takes her 15 minutes to get to Times Square. She has volunteered to sleep over and to take me out whenever I want. I feel very lucky to have these people be so wonderful to me. Hey, if you aren’t going to have more than 5 friends in NYC, it’s best that they be GREAT ones. And they are.
Kelly is very lucky to have the life that she does in the city. She has a ton of friends, a new theater company that she is working on, and a great job. I want to have the same stuff to keep me busy. This move will hopefully provide me with that same type of lifestyle. I am very proud of Kelly for achieving this for herself. If I can just focus on that, then maybe this move won’t be so damn hard. That’s why we are moving anyway. It’s time to get down to business in this city. I seem to be the only one who hasn’t started anything. Now, it’s my turn.
In any case…Rita’s going away party for work is in an hour. Of course I am planning the entire thing. Now I must go buy her a cake and Clementines . Her two favorite pleasures!
ROCK OUT GIRLS OF 21ST STREET!
