I've even raped and killed a mountain panda in the hills of Shaanxi.

what she said.

I spent a couple hours on my budget yesterday. I am in so much debt. But not really. I hope to have 2 of the debts paid off by the end of August.

In the free etext department, I read Stoker's The Lair of the White Worm. It kinda sucked. I mean it was entertaining enough, and the prose was stylish, but it made absolutely no sense whatsoever, and it wasn't nearly as scary as Dracula. Apparently it was his last novel before he died. Oh well.

Just had happy hour at Thaiku with tyrven and sarevilo before they go to LA. Crying Tiger and chicken and fried tofu and YOHITOS, mmmm. And a Sampoerna Extra when we got home.

OK, so we had Thai with Trish and Dougie, and then split up for a while so they could get waxed and we could have sex, then they came back over and we all chilled out for a while watching Simpsons. We agreed to go to IKEA the next day, as D owes us a coffee table, but that did not happen.

Well, we still went to IKEA, but it was just us. Got a few cute little kitchen things as well and in honor of that, I made bread. I like making bread. We got more yeast so I can keep doing so. The fast-acting stuff is like candy. So, yeah, we had crepes and then BBQ on Saturday, and on Sunday we had breakfast in bed - IKEA HAS BED TRAYS!! So rad. I made bacon and eggs and tea to go with the bread.

I watched American Splendor while the bread was rising and baking. I have read some of the comics so I knew mostly what was up, but it was nice to see how they put it together into a movie. Seems really weird that it's just, you know, some guy who happened to know R. Crumb and made his life into a comic and is finally rich and famous, but somewhat inspiring.

Last night we watched Dig, or at least attempted to, I fell asleep about halfway through. It's about the groups Brian Jonestown Massacre and The Dandy Warhols and their rise to fame, or not as the case may be... anyway their lead singers are both kinda crazy, or to be more accurate, way crazy and kinda crazy respectively. My favorite part was when they interviewed Anton's parents and his dad was all "Yeah, I was committed when he was just a kid" and then killed himself a few months after the interview. And his mom, who turned the kid in for growing pot and refused to bail him out for breaking curfew. What a cunt.

I have a sinus headache from the devil himself.

So we got to see a lot of people for a little bit of time yesterday, including rorotheclown, sarahbliss, and barbaloot. Had not seen these kids in ages, so it was nice to again. Also finally checked out Mr. Spot's Chai House, which is mmm mm good. Making some Morning Glory as we SPEAK. Or type. Or whatever it is you are doing yourself. Reg tried to get me to watch Revenge of the Nerds, and I saw the first 30 minutes till it was totally my bedtime.

Watched the first part, or rather chapter 4, of Angels in America, and started reading Middlesex which is frighteningly good so far. But I misplaced Aztec again and would kind of like to read a little more of it, as there are 400 more pages left. We are going to go to B&N later for mother's day Shopping, I believe.

I read Miss last night. So fucking good. Also started watching The Thin Man but my jaw started to ache again. Oh, stupid pain, you make me so boring.

And that Simpsons episode where the kids sing the Armour Hot Dogs song. And Lisa asks if the family knows any songs not from commercials, and they all start singing "I FEEL LIKE CHICKEN TONIGHT". Always cut from syndication so I hadn't seen it years.

Eat club tonight?
edit: at Cauelita's 8pm

Finished watching The Big Sleep last night. I enjoyed it a lot, although mainly because of Bacall and Bogie's onscreen magic moments. Which is funny b/c the version I watched edited out people explaining things in favor of those moments. So I totally didn't understand anything that happened, except a lot of guys got shot because of the younger sister being crazy and dope-addicted.  And don't say "read the book," because I've tried twice. It's like The Fellowship of the Ring. Well, ok, in a different way, but neither of these books can integrate into my brain. Something about these old British men, maybe.

Afterwards we were a little hyped up and agreed to meet Steve for drinks at 611 Supreme, which is a really cute little French bistro kind of place with crepes and sugar cubes instead of packets and a very amiable bartender. Mourad came out, that was cool, hadn't seen him in a million years, since the one time he came to karaoke and left immediately when we didn't have any drugs. Reg was hungry, though, so we left "early" (before midnight) to hit up the Wendy's. I almost convinced him to drive around more to listen to my CD, but not really. We fell asleep pretty quick, he didn't even take his clothes off.

"So there's this thing I was thinking about, I was getting really into my mind, and - did you know if you pulled out the RAID key it fucks up the entire controller?"

"Hey, can I see your boobs? [...] HA HA I SAW YOUR BOOBS."

"Dude, you move to San Francisco, you get Maer. You can't have Sid too."

"Deprioritize? What the hell are you talking about."

* meaning it's wed. and I still remember them.

The Killers' April 24th show is already sold out. Sometimes I hate this town.

Last night was pretty low-key, I watched a couple eps of Buffy with Reg and then surfed a little web till he felt like going to get sarahbliss's dresser. This was a huge comedy, as Reg wasn't up for driving and my car's trunk is like a really hot virgin's ass- small entrance, lots of room inside. Anyway we thought about taking apart the dresser, then suddenly it just... started to come apart. By suddenly i of course mean, after it was dropped. So it came apart and fit in the car and we drove home.

First we stopped at the grocery store where we overspent on organic dairy, but I think it'll be worth it. It's not really that much more expensive, and so far the organic produce has been worth it for sure. I am not a huge milk fan but Reg is, so he will let me know, I'm sure. For dinner we had frozen chicken nuggets that were actually kind of gross, but ranch dressing helped.

I'm starting to want to write again, and as soon as my back stops killing me when I get on my 'puter at home, I think I will. It's probably just the monitor being too low, anyway.

So Saturday we dragged our sorry asses over to pokemyeye's. For a while we just watched Chris Cunningham and Michel Gondry music videos, but finally we called a few people, then got in free to the Burlesque Show at the Rendezvous. It was fairly silly, which is what you gotta expect of course. I'd gotten the impression that Burlesque in Seattle was equivalent to 200lb chicks taking off their clothes on stage with feather boas, but I was pleasantly surprised. I still don't get too much of a thrill from these stripteases, but I got to giggle a lot, and it was fun. Not as tacky or uncomfortable as Rick's, also.

I still need to do something about my drinking problem. In the Airplane sense, I mean - I tend to get indigestion if I have more than one drink. I have a feeling that it's because I combine other things along with the alcohol, and I'll just have to start giving myself drug enemas so it doesn't irritate my stomach. But then that's even less sociably acceptable, and really I only drink/drug seriously for social purposes. So, I suppose just having a single drink will have to do for now.