May 16, 2002 :: 7:31 a.m.
Rufus is my friend. Coal Chamber is... not.
Score: Joe and I are going to NY on the 21st to see Rufus on (get this) Carson Daly's talk show thing. I forget what it's called, but it matters not because I'll get to see my darling Mr. Orgasm Voice again. And it's free! How much better can it get? Mmm. The only problem is that we do not live in New York, so we'll be driving up, seeing the show, and then driving home. No hotel room - we can't afford it. So sad. I've never been to New York before, so this should, conceivably, be an interesting experience.
On a much less happy note, I have to go to the gyno this morning. *cries* And then I have to get a shot! Do you see what they're doing to me? It must be the officially designated Torture Amanda day, because after I get poked and pricked and prodded, I have to go to work. All day. Hoo-fucking-rah, man. It needs to be Friday, because I don't work on Friday, and I get paid on Friday, and I get to see Adam tomorrow. All good thing, you see, but unfortunately it is not Friday yet. Poo.
Ah yes. It's Last Call with Carson Daly. Erm. Too bad the "lineup" for the 21st is David Blaine and Coal Chamber. WTF? I must discuss this with Joseph at work, because while I'm ready and very willing to drive to NY to see Rufus, I am most certainly not willing to do so to see Coal Chamber. You know? Yeah, I'm sure you understand.
Time to get ready for the "cooch doctor," as Amanda would say. Cheers.
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