June 15, 2003 :: 3:00 a.m.
why pay for pr0n?
Yesterday, my mom and I installed my new air conditioner. It was needlessly difficult, due to the fact that a) the air conditioner was, when fully assembled, about an inch too large to actually fit into my tiny window correctly, and b) the instructions were absolute crap. Seriously, whoever wrote that shit needs to be beaten to death with a spiked mace. And to top it all off, I managed to be brutally attacked by the very definitely inanimate cooling unit. There are all these thin little wires on the back, you see, which I ignored while trying to pick the damn thing up. They are evil, evil wires of death, sent by the devil to slice into the tender hands of unsuspecting consumers whose only desire is to cool their stiflingly hot living spaces. They wreaked their savage vengeance on a particularly band-aid unfriendly area near my thumb - seven tiny slits that bled way more than something so small should have. Sure, now it's all installed and working splendidly, but it had to be baptized in my blood along the way. Alas.
Adam and I saw Finding Nemo today - CUTEST. THING. EVER. Now I want fishes, little clown fishes. I know that "fishes" is technically incorrect, since "fish" is one of those words like "deer" and "sheep" where you don't change anything to make it plural, but I like saying "fishes." It makes me happy. This movie made me happy, also, especially because it was 100% free. My uncle gave me two free passes to a theater in Hershey, so we went to the movie and then got a Sicilian pizza at Mama's. There are two slices left, wrapped up in the fridge downstairs. I would eat one, but the possibility of my stomach exploding is too great for me to risk it. For breakfast, then.
We came back to my house, walked Buddy, laid around for a while, and then he went home to do laundry. I headed over to Joe's to watch A League of Their Own and engage in the standard bitch-fest. It's always a fun time, because I can complain all I want without feeling guilty. I don't like to burden Adam with my many petty troubles, but I'm not at all hesitant to heap them onto Joe. Mostly because he does the same to me, and because I'm not afraid of what he'll think of me. He's my best gay man, after all, and there's a certain level of comfort that just comes naturally when you're not worried about looking pretty or impressing someone. We also watched something called "The World's Most Shocking Moments 2," I think, which allowed me to revel in the pain and suffering of others from the comfort of Joe's armchair. It was rather delightful, if I do say so myself. And I do.
I've been drawing lots of little things in Illustrator, due in part to the fact that my trial version runs out in ONE DAY and so I'm trying to spend as much time with my beloved program as I possibly can. Mostly they're cute things, like mentally disturbed animals and people. Today has been The Ugly Side of Babies Day, because I've drawn a whole bunch of babies doing gross and/or unseemly things - vomiting, eating bugs, oozing boogers, drooling, and wearing bras on their heads. I will eventually post them, but as I'm very nearly out of space I can't say exactly when.
I rigged up a very ghetto movie storage shelf thing out of cardboard boxes tonight. They're held together with painter's tape, which I should replace with duct tape (it has better staying power). It looks terrible, but it works.
This entry has been incredibly schizophrenic. I'm too tired to find a common thread, so things are just randomly dangling all over the place. Whatever. Yawn x 37. I'm going to bed.
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