Friday, November 07, 2003
(Sheepish grin)
Hi. It’s me. Your old friend Joe.
Where have I been?
What have I been doing?
Not much, but so much at the same time.
Let’s see…quick recap:
Halloween was kind of a bust. We ended up going to that house party and dying there. We were there for hours and went home afterwards. It was one of those nights where Paul got wasted and caused 137 problems. We actually had to pull him from the apartment, as he was about to get into a fistfight for calling a friend of ours a “cunt”. Yeah, I was really proud of him that night.
Also, there was the guy that when introduced to Paul and I responded with “Faggots! How you doing?”
Here is how the conversation actually happened.
Mariah: “John, I want you to meet my friends Paul and Joe.”
John: “Faggots! How you doing?”
Joe: “WHAAAAAAAAAA?!?!”
Paul: “What the fuck did you just say?”
Mariah: “John’s gay too, he didn’t mean…”
John: “Chill out. We’re all a bunch of faggots.”
Paul: “You smell like shit. Did you just shit yourself? It smells like shit now.”
Joe: “Oh God, here we go…”
John: “What are you talking about?”
Paul: “YOU SMELL LIKE SHIT! Shit smelling John!”
At that point I walked away to let Paul and John finish their retorts. Mariah apologized profusely for John’s comments. All I could say was “Who SAYS something like that?” I was legitimately shocked.
And that was Halloween.
Since then I haven’t done much beside hang out with people I haven’t had the chance to see. Work has been a beastmaster and I’ve been a little down without having a show to work on. That will change, but not soon enough.
The Theatre Company has made the decision to throw an AIDS benefit in December. I will be performing a monologue and a scene at the cabaret portion of the event. On Tuesday I plan to sit down with the company and discuss my future role as an active member. I hope to get as involved as possible.
In other news, I am throwing a Murder Mystery Party! I have mailed out the invitations and am excited to be the host of this event. So far people seem really pumped about it. Now I just have to figure out what to serve for dinner!
I’ve become a raging huge fan of the new Real World/Road Rules Challenge - The Gauntlet. I have also become somewhat addicted to Rich Girls as well. Something is clearly wrong with the way I choose to live my life.
I haven’t talked to my brother since mid-September. He has called twice and I missed him twice. His birthday is at the end of the month and I’m starting to get those “I can’t deal with him being gone anymore” feelings. It’s making me hecka sad.
I have asked Paul to spend Christmas with my family. Although his relationship with his own family pretty much resembles shit on toast, he still feels as though he should be at his parents house for the holiday. He is making a concerted effort to be a part of my Christmas though. The plan is that he will come for Christmas Eve and leave early Christmas morning to go see his family. It would mean the world to me if he were at my house for the holiday. It will make it slightly less lonely since Winfield will be gone.
This weekend I plan to spend as little money as possible. That’s really my only goal. I’m kinda broke right now and I need to start saving my money for Christmas presents! Or bags of pot for myself! Or…a big fat steak that I can shove into my mouth right now.
I’m veddy hungwey.
Have a great weekend and make sure to look both ways before diving into a vagina.
Hi. It’s me. Your old friend Joe.
Where have I been?
What have I been doing?
Not much, but so much at the same time.
Let’s see…quick recap:
Halloween was kind of a bust. We ended up going to that house party and dying there. We were there for hours and went home afterwards. It was one of those nights where Paul got wasted and caused 137 problems. We actually had to pull him from the apartment, as he was about to get into a fistfight for calling a friend of ours a “cunt”. Yeah, I was really proud of him that night.
Also, there was the guy that when introduced to Paul and I responded with “Faggots! How you doing?”
Here is how the conversation actually happened.
Mariah: “John, I want you to meet my friends Paul and Joe.”
John: “Faggots! How you doing?”
Joe: “WHAAAAAAAAAA?!?!”
Paul: “What the fuck did you just say?”
Mariah: “John’s gay too, he didn’t mean…”
John: “Chill out. We’re all a bunch of faggots.”
Paul: “You smell like shit. Did you just shit yourself? It smells like shit now.”
Joe: “Oh God, here we go…”
John: “What are you talking about?”
Paul: “YOU SMELL LIKE SHIT! Shit smelling John!”
At that point I walked away to let Paul and John finish their retorts. Mariah apologized profusely for John’s comments. All I could say was “Who SAYS something like that?” I was legitimately shocked.
And that was Halloween.
Since then I haven’t done much beside hang out with people I haven’t had the chance to see. Work has been a beastmaster and I’ve been a little down without having a show to work on. That will change, but not soon enough.
The Theatre Company has made the decision to throw an AIDS benefit in December. I will be performing a monologue and a scene at the cabaret portion of the event. On Tuesday I plan to sit down with the company and discuss my future role as an active member. I hope to get as involved as possible.
In other news, I am throwing a Murder Mystery Party! I have mailed out the invitations and am excited to be the host of this event. So far people seem really pumped about it. Now I just have to figure out what to serve for dinner!
I’ve become a raging huge fan of the new Real World/Road Rules Challenge - The Gauntlet. I have also become somewhat addicted to Rich Girls as well. Something is clearly wrong with the way I choose to live my life.
I haven’t talked to my brother since mid-September. He has called twice and I missed him twice. His birthday is at the end of the month and I’m starting to get those “I can’t deal with him being gone anymore” feelings. It’s making me hecka sad.
I have asked Paul to spend Christmas with my family. Although his relationship with his own family pretty much resembles shit on toast, he still feels as though he should be at his parents house for the holiday. He is making a concerted effort to be a part of my Christmas though. The plan is that he will come for Christmas Eve and leave early Christmas morning to go see his family. It would mean the world to me if he were at my house for the holiday. It will make it slightly less lonely since Winfield will be gone.
This weekend I plan to spend as little money as possible. That’s really my only goal. I’m kinda broke right now and I need to start saving my money for Christmas presents! Or bags of pot for myself! Or…a big fat steak that I can shove into my mouth right now.
I’m veddy hungwey.
Have a great weekend and make sure to look both ways before diving into a vagina.
