February 01, 2002 :: 11:08 p.m.
I'll be your naked taxi cab driver this evening
Hmm. I'm not sure if I like this or not. I kind of do, but at the same time I think it might be too plain. And I can't get a frickin' link color that works well. Yellow is too bright, gray is too hard to see when it's over the graphic... blah. We'll see.
I just got off the phone with Adam. It was good to talk to him, but the talk itself was rather unexciting. He isn't feeling well and I'm never much of a conversationalist, so it was pretty much a lost cause. No matter. I just enjoy hearing his voice; it doesn't matter so much what's said. He's coming home tomorrow afternoon - I'm hoping we can get in some "alone time," because I've been much too hormonally charged lately and have the overwhelming desire to pin him down and have my way with him. You know.
I took Mason to a friend's house earlier, so he's not here to blather on about things he thinks I should care about. He's the reason I sometimes wish I was an only child. He's annoying beyond measure and he has the ability to be the most disgusting creature on the planet. To say that sharing a bathroom with him is unpleasant would be a grave understatement. But he can be a good kid sometimes, when he tries, so I really shouldn't complain. I'm sure I'm not the perfect sister myself.
I was going to hang out with Joe tonight, but he's celebrating his little sister's 12th birthday. Melissa (his sister) is an odd one. Joe and I always joke that she's going to be like the retarded girl from Gummo who runs back and forth with her baby doll, reciting the ABC's. There are also some suspicions surrounding her sexuality, but in all honesty I think Joe's gay enough to fulfill his entire neighborhood's quota - a lesbian in the family just isn't necessary. It would be homo-overload. And besides, his mom would freak out. She's all about having grandchildren, and if both of your kids are gay, who's going to give you those?
Not that I'm advocating children or anything. Because as we all know, I do not enjoy children. The entire prospect of childbirth scares me. I do not want to carry something around in my stomach for nine months (give or take), go through excruciating pain and agony to get the little fucker out, and then spend the rest of my life taking care of it. No. I'm much too selfish and irresponsible for that. Not to mention very intolerant of pain. I mean, getting my nose pierced made me so ill that I couldn't stand up or walk correctly for an hour - I don't even want to imagine giving birth.
*shudder*
I think I've had enough of that subject. Moving on. I found the song I was looking for last night. It's called Glass Vase Cello Case and it's by Tattle Tale. It's so pretty. I am not the proud owner of an illegal, downloaded version, but I think I'd buy the CD it came from I had more than three dollars to my name. Yeah, I know, I had ten this afternoon, but I got gas and the new Cosmo. I wish I hadn't gotten the magazine; it sucks. Of course, I knew that it would suck. That's just how Cosmo is. And yet... I couldn't resist its siren song. As soon as I saw Sleep Naked on the cover in big, red letters, I knew I had to have it. I'm just a pop-culture whore like that. It does have some fun tear-out Altiod valentines in it, though. I wouldn't say they were worth the $3.50, but at least I got something out of it.
What the fuck? Ren + Stimpy is on VH1. Is this a regular thing? I don't like Ren + Stimpy, so I don't plan to watch it, but I'm curious as to whether it's always on VH1. Is this just some freak event? And while I'm talking about cartoons being in odd places, why in god's name is Spongebob Squarepants on MTV? And why hasn't MTV changed their name yet? They don't play music videos anymore. Well, sometimes, but not often. It should be Music Related Television - MRTV. Ooh, Taxi Cab Confessions is on HBO. I no longer care about the cartoons. Last night there were two chicks in this guy's cab, and he got them talking about lesbianism, and they were kissing in his backseat. And then the one girl got out of the cab and walked around in to show the driver her ass, because he told them he was "ass man." Now there are four women in the cab, one young, two middle-aged, and one old. It's about lesbianism again, and I'm really hoping there's not make-out action this time. Ugh.
Watching this show makes me want to be a cab driver. I'd be really bad at it, though. I'm horrible with directions and I have no "inner compass." I panic when I'm lost, which is all the time. And I think I'd constantly live in fear of picking up a psychopath who would chop me to bits and litter me around the streets of New York.
Aww! This guy just proposed in the back of the cab! To a woman, of course. And she accepted, of course. That's too cute. I'm such a sucker for the whole romance shtick. It's over now, though, so there goes my fun. *pouts* Maybe some kind soul updated their diary while I was writing this. That would be muey bueno.
Ow. My tooth hurts.
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