Thursday, March 13, 2003
What a day this has been, what a rare mood I’m in…why it’s (BUM BUM) ALMOST LIKE BEING IN LOVE!!!!!!!!
Name that show and win a prize.
After staring at my hair in my computer rear view mirrors for the second day in a row, I decided that it was high time I got my ass to a barber. Well, not a barber so much as SUPERCUTS right down the street. I told the stylist what I ALWAYS ask for, “I want a 1” blade on the sides and take about a quarter of an inch off the top”. While she buzzed my hair down to the root, she talked my ear off about how she put some woman in the hospital because “this bitch was messing with her man”. Hmm…I should have known then that this was going to be a shit haircut. As she proceeded to chop my life away, she kept saying “uh-huh, this look fly”, “so fly man”, “You lookin fuh fuh fuh flyyyyyyyyyyyy”. I wiped my tears and put my jacket on. (By the way, those tears were figurative)
Because she told me her entire life story while she cut my hair, I felt compelled to tip her more than I would have. I mean, shitty haircut = shitty tip. But nope. Not if it’s Joe CuttheShit. I’m such a stupid asshole. As though I have the money to be paying people to do bad things to my body. And just for the record, my hair is NOT fly. It’s gone. That’s all. GONE.
In other news, Paul and I had an INCREDIBLE date last night. From the minute I showed up at his apartment, he was cute and adorable and sweet. Unfortunately, he rolled his ankle on Tuesday night and his entire right leg seems about two sizes too big. He is in massive pain and I got to play nurse all night. Well, nurse without the sexual touching. Although the night went extremely well, he still avoided sexual contact.
After we did his laundry, he took me to dinner at a restaurant called Dolphin. For appetizers, we had the fried calamari and avocado Caesar salad. Then we ordered some champagne. Then for dinner he had the stuffed lobster and I had the swordfish. It was biz-omb. We had some nice conversation and only argued once. After dinner we each ordered a slice of cheesecake and sat and talked some more. By the end of the meal, I felt like I was going to have to be rolled out of the restaurant and down the street. But instead, we just walked really slow; Paul complaining about the extra weight his fat hungry ass was giving his swollen ankle. It was pretty funny.
Once we got home, we watched some TV and I read some more of my book. We fell asleep in each other’s arms at around 12:30am. I thoroughly enjoyed myself.
HERE IS WHY WE FOUGHT:
Paul and I heavily discussed our tentative vacation for this summer. Although he was a COMPLETE prick about the vacation in Florida last summer, guess where he wants to go THIS summer? Fucking Florida. What an ass. I told him that I would like to go somewhere new, but he wants to go somewhere “tropical” and Florida or the Bahamas is all he could come up with. I am supposed to visit my gay uncles in California this summer too and if Paul decides against taking our vacation to California, then I will be making the trip with my mom instead. When Paul asked how I would afford both vacations, I informed him that my uncles will be paying for my plane fare and most of what I do once we get out there. He then informed me that we would go to California and split his plane fare between the two of us, since I was getting my ticket for free. After a short debate over his idea, I basically told him to go fuck himself and that I wasn’t paying a dime for his plane ticket at all.
“It’s not my fault that a) you have the money to pay for your ticket, when I don’t and b) that MY family is paying for MY ticket.”
Paul: “It’s only FAIR that we split the cost!!!”
“It’s not fair and it’s my family. Tough shit. I will never agree to that.”
Paul: “Then I’m not going to California at all. Case closed. WE’RE not going.”
“Fine with me. I want to go with my mom instead.” ASSHO-LEE-O-LEE-O-LEE-DOUCHE
(obviously this is the abridged version)
So unless he comes to grips with the fact that I get a free ticket and he doesn’t, we will not be going to California together. I don’t know. Paul and I have some major problems. And now I am starting to hate him again. Let’s drop this while I still have the fading memory of our wonderful evening together.
Tonight I am installing the internet on my computer. Our phone line is hooked up and we are ready to go! I am muchly excited and am counting down the minutes until I get released from jail (work). You understand.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ARI!!!!! YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!
Was very excited to get a phone call from Joanna today. We made plans to go out tomorrow night. Mariah will be joining us later on. Turns out she has plans to go to a show beforehand. How Mariah always comes up with these mysterious “plans”, I will never know. But in any case, it gives Joanna and I a chance to get to know eachother better. And she will be accompanying me to Paul’s apartment so that I don’t have to hang out with just him and his family alone. YIPES. Getting a little nervous about it now that it’s approaching.
My head is in 13 places right now. I gotta get some shit done. But if I get my computer hooked up tonight, you may see an entry from me writing in my new Times Square bedroom! WHOO HOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Peace out.
Name that show and win a prize.
After staring at my hair in my computer rear view mirrors for the second day in a row, I decided that it was high time I got my ass to a barber. Well, not a barber so much as SUPERCUTS right down the street. I told the stylist what I ALWAYS ask for, “I want a 1” blade on the sides and take about a quarter of an inch off the top”. While she buzzed my hair down to the root, she talked my ear off about how she put some woman in the hospital because “this bitch was messing with her man”. Hmm…I should have known then that this was going to be a shit haircut. As she proceeded to chop my life away, she kept saying “uh-huh, this look fly”, “so fly man”, “You lookin fuh fuh fuh flyyyyyyyyyyyy”. I wiped my tears and put my jacket on. (By the way, those tears were figurative)
Because she told me her entire life story while she cut my hair, I felt compelled to tip her more than I would have. I mean, shitty haircut = shitty tip. But nope. Not if it’s Joe CuttheShit. I’m such a stupid asshole. As though I have the money to be paying people to do bad things to my body. And just for the record, my hair is NOT fly. It’s gone. That’s all. GONE.
In other news, Paul and I had an INCREDIBLE date last night. From the minute I showed up at his apartment, he was cute and adorable and sweet. Unfortunately, he rolled his ankle on Tuesday night and his entire right leg seems about two sizes too big. He is in massive pain and I got to play nurse all night. Well, nurse without the sexual touching. Although the night went extremely well, he still avoided sexual contact.
After we did his laundry, he took me to dinner at a restaurant called Dolphin. For appetizers, we had the fried calamari and avocado Caesar salad. Then we ordered some champagne. Then for dinner he had the stuffed lobster and I had the swordfish. It was biz-omb. We had some nice conversation and only argued once. After dinner we each ordered a slice of cheesecake and sat and talked some more. By the end of the meal, I felt like I was going to have to be rolled out of the restaurant and down the street. But instead, we just walked really slow; Paul complaining about the extra weight his fat hungry ass was giving his swollen ankle. It was pretty funny.
Once we got home, we watched some TV and I read some more of my book. We fell asleep in each other’s arms at around 12:30am. I thoroughly enjoyed myself.
HERE IS WHY WE FOUGHT:
Paul and I heavily discussed our tentative vacation for this summer. Although he was a COMPLETE prick about the vacation in Florida last summer, guess where he wants to go THIS summer? Fucking Florida. What an ass. I told him that I would like to go somewhere new, but he wants to go somewhere “tropical” and Florida or the Bahamas is all he could come up with. I am supposed to visit my gay uncles in California this summer too and if Paul decides against taking our vacation to California, then I will be making the trip with my mom instead. When Paul asked how I would afford both vacations, I informed him that my uncles will be paying for my plane fare and most of what I do once we get out there. He then informed me that we would go to California and split his plane fare between the two of us, since I was getting my ticket for free. After a short debate over his idea, I basically told him to go fuck himself and that I wasn’t paying a dime for his plane ticket at all.
“It’s not my fault that a) you have the money to pay for your ticket, when I don’t and b) that MY family is paying for MY ticket.”
Paul: “It’s only FAIR that we split the cost!!!”
“It’s not fair and it’s my family. Tough shit. I will never agree to that.”
Paul: “Then I’m not going to California at all. Case closed. WE’RE not going.”
“Fine with me. I want to go with my mom instead.” ASSHO-LEE-O-LEE-O-LEE-DOUCHE
(obviously this is the abridged version)
So unless he comes to grips with the fact that I get a free ticket and he doesn’t, we will not be going to California together. I don’t know. Paul and I have some major problems. And now I am starting to hate him again. Let’s drop this while I still have the fading memory of our wonderful evening together.
Tonight I am installing the internet on my computer. Our phone line is hooked up and we are ready to go! I am muchly excited and am counting down the minutes until I get released from jail (work). You understand.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ARI!!!!! YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!
Was very excited to get a phone call from Joanna today. We made plans to go out tomorrow night. Mariah will be joining us later on. Turns out she has plans to go to a show beforehand. How Mariah always comes up with these mysterious “plans”, I will never know. But in any case, it gives Joanna and I a chance to get to know eachother better. And she will be accompanying me to Paul’s apartment so that I don’t have to hang out with just him and his family alone. YIPES. Getting a little nervous about it now that it’s approaching.
My head is in 13 places right now. I gotta get some shit done. But if I get my computer hooked up tonight, you may see an entry from me writing in my new Times Square bedroom! WHOO HOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Peace out.
