July 26, 2006 :: 11:26 p.m.
"This is God speaking, please leave your SUV unlocked."
Dinner with Amanda, Brian, and Pat was a fun time. It's sad that Adam couldn't come, though - he was missed, fo' sho'. But Brian's a really cool guy, perhaps even worthy of my lesbian's affections. I'm happy for her. She deserves someone like that, not the assholes she's dated in the past. Like Chris, King of Cretins (may all lesser cretins bow before him), for example. *gags* I'm not even getting into that horrific experience.
So... work tomorrow. Woo. I'm getting all geared up for that, guys, let me tell you. I've got party hats and everything. It's going to be magical. And by "magical" I mean, of course, hideous. It's one of those obscure, little-used definitions of the word.
I'm listening to the CDs of Rufus b-sides that Lisa sent me, and my my, it's delicious. I love this man. Rather, I love his voice and the fact that he plays the piano and is a cute gay boy. He needs to come to my house and sing to me as a late birthday present. I'll sing to him as a late birthday present, too, since his was just a few days ago (the 22nd, I believe)... though with my vocal abilities (or lack thereof, really), it could get messy. But anyway, the point is that I'm having a Rufus moment right now and it's glorious.
Ho hum... not too much else to say. I broke my new fun lip gloss that Amanda got me. I threw it at the wall and it sort of splintered into a bunch of pieces of flew into three different rooms. I didn't mean to... well, I mean, I did mean to throw it, but I didn't mean to break it. I think I was originally just going to toss it into the bathroom, into the basket where I keep all my lip stuff, but I just felt the urge to really throw it, I guess. Alas. I wasn't all incredibly angry or anything. It was kind of weird and random and scary, in any case.
Well I think it's time for little old moi to get to sleep. I have to get up at 6 a.m. or so - doesn't that sound like fun? Yeah, I thought not.
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