I heart matt back!

Everyone needs a friend who always says something to cheer you up and or make you feel better about yourself.

Matt, have you ever thought of being a writer or motivational speaker?

of COURSE I'm in Love WIth Jen

She's one of my BESTEST friends.

The gosh honest truth is that I find Jennifer very attractive.

I find her ditching her job and going to art school attractive.

I find her getting a boob job for her comfort (and not keeping them large for her eventual manfriend's enjoyment) attractive.

I find the fact that she has a "friend with benefits" attractive.

I find that her willing to fall in love with someone who is attached very attractive.

I find that she's willing to be interesting between the sheets VERY attractive. Especially in my work-a-day, humdrum, missonary position, life.

I find her going to weight watchers attractive (again for the fact that SHE wants to look and feel better - not for some loser guy).

Heck, if I was single I would seriously make a play for someone who is funny, sexy, attractive, friendly, cutting, sarcastic, sporty, adventurous, interesting, artistic, passionate, religious, mystical, drunken, silly, lady-like, child-like, puppy loving, fun.

Who wouldn't? And for all those fuckers out there with penises who don't give her the time of day...they're missing out on one fantastic woman.

In love? Again? With all those things on her physilogical resume - who WOULDN'T be in love with her.

And I like to flirt with her.

But all of the above is only solely in the platonic sense.

Though, sometimes when we talk, I get a stiffy. (KIDDING!!)

Oh, and yes, I'm also an exhibitionist at heart.

I think Matt's in love with me....

Matt keeps offering to let me see him naked. I'm not sure how I should feel about that. Flattered? Afraid? Worried? Maybe all of the above.

Either he's madly in love with me or he's an exhibitionist at heart.

What is it Matt?

Where's the Bomb?

When we need it?

You see, when I was a kid, the Russians were about to drop "The Big One" on us. Reagan was in the WH and he and Yeltsin would stare at each other over the Berlin wall and we were increasingly told that we could blow up the world 800 times over.

So, really, what was the point of just "hanging around" when the bomb was going to drop anyway.

Now, here I am. 42 years of age, wasting away in a dead-end job, pulling down a paycheck so I can have a roof over my head and then wondering when/if I'll sell a screenplay.

You see, it's all Reagan's fault. If I had not so strongly believe that by the time I graduated High School I'd be tooling around in a modified car killing mutant radioactive heads like in "Road Warrior" not, actually, well...look here...it didn't happen...now I have to have a life.

So, much like Jen saying that the waiting is the longest part (thank you Jen and Tom Petty) it's also the fact that I, personally, didn't think we'd be here. You know, why grow a brain, if it's just going to be eaten away by radiation - like those mutant rats in "Damnation Alley."

Oh, well, must perservere - right?

Yes. I VANT TO LIVE! DAMVIT! (German Accent)

Lame...

I'm lame. Jen tells me she posted about 11 a.m. my time and I only look at the site 5 minutes before I have to go.

Lame I am.

I am lame.

I will blog more later.

I promise.

Matt

The waiting is the hardest part.

I'm sitting here in Argo Tea Cafe waiting until 10:00 when I can register for classes. I really have to pee.... but I can't leave my table or I might miss out on a class.

Waiting can be a hard thing. Waiting to find out if you got into school, waiting to find out if the boy you have a crush on really likes you, waiting for the paycheck to be deposited into your bank account so you can buy groceries. The stuff that goes on during that waiting time can be a powerful thing but usually it's only after the fact that you realize what that powerful thing was.

I'm waiting for a bunch of things. A lot of which I can't verbalize right now, but I'm sure that

okay, sorry to lose my train of thought there but I needed to register and things were going wonky.

What I was saying is that I'm sure the waiting I am experiencing right now is going to be beneficial to me although I don't know how just yet.

It's official, I am registered. I'm signed up for a class called The Constant Evolution of Being an Artist. You know I must want to take it because it's being offered in the evening and I am definitely not an evening person.

I have to go make my bladder gladder... I'll post more later.

Melancholy

So, things are strange... I can't say much more than that.

What's shaking with Steve? Any luck in the you know what department?

I'm tired and looking forward to coming home. Maybe we can all go to lunch again (Bryan, you and I).

Matt, I'm glad you're my friend.
xo

Hibernation...

Matt, did you know that Doogie Howser is gay? I suppose it's not too surprising... I'm usually oblivious to peoples sexual orientation.

Okay, I don't have much to say, what's happening in Seattle? Anything new and exciting in the shopping arena? Gotten any good deals? I miss the good old days when we'd go to The Bon Marche during lunch and look at discount lingerie for Miriam...