Wednesday, January 07, 2004
It is Wednesday and I must say that this week has flown by so far. I appreciate that. Thank you Monday and Tuesday. You are the sweetest.
So, I’m on my fourth day of no smoking and I must say that I am having quite an easy time with it so far. I always knew that when I was ready it would be something that I would WANT to do and not just something I thought I should do. I have some rough moments, but overall, I am in a very good mood. I feel healthy, I feel alive, and I feel like I never want to go back to being the person that I was, just last week. Quitting the cigarettes is something that changes your life in dramatic ways. You feel like a completely different person. It’s almost like I decided to wear clothes, when I was morally opposed to it in the past. Does that make any sense? Fuck no, but I still like that I quit smoking!
I had a horrible dream last night that resulted in me punching my mother in the face. It was very upsetting. When I spoke to my mom this morning and told her of the dream, she said “Joe, don’t punch your mother. That hurts my feelings.” MOM! It hurts my feelings too! Don’t get me all riled up or you’re gonna get another punch. The dream sucked and I came in to work an hour late because of it. Or maybe because I wanted to lie in my comfortable bed for an extra half an hour. Get off my back will ya?!?!
This Friday is mine and Paul’s 4 year anniversary. He has yet to arrange for the day off from work. Yeah…don’t get me started on THAT one. In any case, I haven’t come up with a gift idea yet. Anyone have any suggestions? I don’t have much money and I have about exhausted the creative outlet. One year I sang “You are my Sunshine” and gave him clothes. Another year I wrote him a letter. Another year I wrote him a poem and gave him a framed picture of the two of us. So you see…I think the last thing he wants is for me to perform a monologue or make decoupage. OMG. What about decoupage?! That could be fun AND adorable. Ok, stoppit Joe. Buy him a ham and be done with it.
Our rehearsal went extremely well for me last night. My monologue is coming along nicely and I am excited about the decisions that were made regarding the February AIDS benefit. Afterwards, Angie, Kelly and I went for a couple of drinks and I was able to make it home for the last half of the new Real World. At first glance I thought I was going to hate it again (the last few seasons have REALLY tried my patience with Bunim/Murray Productions). But by the end of the episode, I decided that I love it. Of course the manimal Brad is extremely hot to me. But I must say that he is the ugliest hunk I have ever seen. His eyes are that of Sylvester Stallone and they look wildly inappropriate for his face. And he’s a meathead. And I want to give him head. I also decided that I love the girl that’s punk rock-ish, although why did the casting directors ruin her life by sticking her in that house. I don’t think she will fit in well. And lastly, my favorite character is the girl who has jinormous boobies, but is built like a muscleman. She seems hella cool.
Baright.
I gotta go drain the lizard. Ok, since when do I use THAT phrase? Eh…I gotta go drain my cock.
That’s the Joe we know and want to fuck.
Enjoy the hump day!
So, I’m on my fourth day of no smoking and I must say that I am having quite an easy time with it so far. I always knew that when I was ready it would be something that I would WANT to do and not just something I thought I should do. I have some rough moments, but overall, I am in a very good mood. I feel healthy, I feel alive, and I feel like I never want to go back to being the person that I was, just last week. Quitting the cigarettes is something that changes your life in dramatic ways. You feel like a completely different person. It’s almost like I decided to wear clothes, when I was morally opposed to it in the past. Does that make any sense? Fuck no, but I still like that I quit smoking!
I had a horrible dream last night that resulted in me punching my mother in the face. It was very upsetting. When I spoke to my mom this morning and told her of the dream, she said “Joe, don’t punch your mother. That hurts my feelings.” MOM! It hurts my feelings too! Don’t get me all riled up or you’re gonna get another punch. The dream sucked and I came in to work an hour late because of it. Or maybe because I wanted to lie in my comfortable bed for an extra half an hour. Get off my back will ya?!?!
This Friday is mine and Paul’s 4 year anniversary. He has yet to arrange for the day off from work. Yeah…don’t get me started on THAT one. In any case, I haven’t come up with a gift idea yet. Anyone have any suggestions? I don’t have much money and I have about exhausted the creative outlet. One year I sang “You are my Sunshine” and gave him clothes. Another year I wrote him a letter. Another year I wrote him a poem and gave him a framed picture of the two of us. So you see…I think the last thing he wants is for me to perform a monologue or make decoupage. OMG. What about decoupage?! That could be fun AND adorable. Ok, stoppit Joe. Buy him a ham and be done with it.
Our rehearsal went extremely well for me last night. My monologue is coming along nicely and I am excited about the decisions that were made regarding the February AIDS benefit. Afterwards, Angie, Kelly and I went for a couple of drinks and I was able to make it home for the last half of the new Real World. At first glance I thought I was going to hate it again (the last few seasons have REALLY tried my patience with Bunim/Murray Productions). But by the end of the episode, I decided that I love it. Of course the manimal Brad is extremely hot to me. But I must say that he is the ugliest hunk I have ever seen. His eyes are that of Sylvester Stallone and they look wildly inappropriate for his face. And he’s a meathead. And I want to give him head. I also decided that I love the girl that’s punk rock-ish, although why did the casting directors ruin her life by sticking her in that house. I don’t think she will fit in well. And lastly, my favorite character is the girl who has jinormous boobies, but is built like a muscleman. She seems hella cool.
Baright.
I gotta go drain the lizard. Ok, since when do I use THAT phrase? Eh…I gotta go drain my cock.
That’s the Joe we know and want to fuck.
Enjoy the hump day!
