Archive for November 1992

Goofy alright

Note: This is a journal entry — it was written on paper or on my computer, then transferred to my website, maybe years later.


D. and I are so goofy in love it would make you blow chunks.  On the work-to-work phone calls today he was telling me what a good mood he was in and how happy and goofy he felt, and how he missed me and wished he were back in bed with me.

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Rose-colored glasses

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Fuck this pen.

I’m going to do an I Ching reading on Edith + D.

53 Chien (Gradual Progress) > 20 Kuan (Contemplation)
53: The maiden is given in marriage bringing good fortune.  Righteous perseverence is advantageous.

(Not-so-positive subtext not transcribed for copyright reasons since it was copied from my I Ching book.)

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Got a boyfriend

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It’s been over a week since I’ve written in this thing!  That’s because of my New Boyfriend!  D.  God, we have been hanging out together every single day the past couple of weeks.

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Got a kiss

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I am now Completely and Totally Infatuated with D.

Last night after work I stopped by Ear Wax and got Big Star’s first CD.  Tom wants me to buy a Lefty Frizzell 12-CD collection for $300!

So after that I went home and took the most delicious nap.  I can never waste the time to do that on a schoolnight.  I talked to D. around 11:00 and he picked me up shortly thereafter to go get Jessica.  We stopped someplace to drop off an invitation to her art opening tomorrow, I mean today.  YESTERDAY it was tomorrow.

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Gift from the gynecologist

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Tonight was our last open-mic gig until after the gig on Jan. 2nd.  We did only songs with "Love" in the title.  "Rarely/I Live For Love," "Jinx of Love," "I’m Saving My Love," "I Wish I Could Fall In Love Again," and "Please Be My Love." I think Jinx of Love went over so great.  We played it best of all the songs.  I GOTTA WRITE MORE TUNES FOR MY GIG!!!  NEW TUNES!

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Got a real gig

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Jeff and I finally rehearsed again tonight.  Last night he called it off because he had a sore throat, so I worked on words for that Jinx of Love thing.  I played it for him and we might even do it tomorrow at Open Mic.

Yesterday after work I talked to Nora about the gig on Jan. 2nd.  She wrote it in the book and everything.  We hadn’t arrived at a name yet, so for the purposes of the calendar I just told her to say Jeff + Edith.  Or rather Edith + Jeff.  I want to use the name "The Walkers" but he didn’t act too thrilled about that idea.  So anyway, we’re all set to play with Poor Lyrics.

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Cold fishes

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Today was another D. day.  A couple of work-to-work phone calls, and after work he came over and we got high and we went to Man With Hat On to visit the "Wreck-a-Stow." I have to bring him again (so he can start going there too) because I didn’t do it right this time.  I had him wait outside and I was going to ask if it was cool + let him in.  But it was not cool.  But I got pot for us both anyhow.

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In love with I Live For Love

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Last night Jeff bowed out of rehearsing, and I was too toasted to do anything anyway.  I didn’t even go to Ronnie’s going away party at the Green Room.  So I stayed home and worked on some words for the guitar riff I did the other night.  They’re really retarded but I can’t think of any better ones, it’s called Make You Love Me.  I did finally talk to Shelley last night, it had been weeks.  She is such a character.  She was ranting about everything she hates, like David Lynch.

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TGIF the 13th

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AT WORK.  I got home so late last night that I didn’t have the strength to write.

D. and I traded work numbers.  He has a mere cube while I have an actual office even if it’s not private.

During lunch yesterday I got another sweater at the Limited Express, this one’s burgundy.  I’m wearing it today.  I hope these things don’t shrink in the wash.

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Abundance

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I had lunch at "Le Café" (ooh la la) with Sue today.  I’d never been there but it was right good.  Had me a chicken breast stuffed with cheese + broccoli with salad.

Sue used to be famous for her drapelike hair, but she’s blunt-cut it like a long Roseanne Rosannadanna ‘do.

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Working hard, hardly working

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Daddy’s secretary called today to say that seven grand was getting wired into my account.  I owed Daddy $2500, and he’s going to give me the other $500 after Jan. 1st, it’s a tax thing.

First thing I did was call Jeff and ask him if he wanted to eat some steak at Peter Luger.  He was into it so I got silly and made Madeline call in my reservation.

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Boy (space) friends

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That property got sold so Daddy is sending me a check for ten grand, minus the $2500 I owe him — that’s $7500 — plus I owe IRS a couple of thou maybe, no, a thou.  Plus I would love to pay off my damn credit cards.  Discover is something like $800.  FCNB is, what, 500?  MasterCard is 400 or so, Sears is under 200.  If I paid them off life would be so much easier.  I don’t have to pay any taxes on this money — they’re doing it as a gift-from-Daddy type thing.

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Let’s do it

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I had another action-packed day yesterday.  In the early evening, D. called me up to see if I wanted to go eat Thai food at the new place on Manhattan Ave. in Greenpoint.  It was a cool little place with slot-car tracks hanging on the walls as art.  D. had steamed mussels and soup and I had spring rolls and chicken with black mushrooms and bean sauce.

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Food with Flex

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I just got up and I have to go get coffee at Vittoria, if I can get my ass in gear.  But I wanted to remember to I forgot to write about something yesterday — Flex and I had a really fun lunch at a cheesy Mexican restaurant called Ah Chihuahua.  We both had enchiladas Suizas at my suggestion.  He is a great friend to have, especially at Lintas.  Actual friends are hard to find at that place.  Me and Flex go eat lunch maybe once or twice a month.  We go to a different place every time because he knows the neighborhood really well and knows all these cool places to go.  Once when his friend Kirk, the tall tall sculptor, came by, we got sandwiches and ate on some benches overlooking the East River.  Once when his friend Genghis Khan came, who is into PK Dick like me, we ate at a low-key Indian place.  We’ve eaten at a Polish place, and had sandwiches at a place Flex calls Pig Park — a park by the river in Sutton Place where there’s a sculpture of a big boar that little kids like to climb on.

Stalking the Jackaroos

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Stu says: if it ain’t fun, it’s not worth it.  Don’t forget to have fun.  And truer words have never been spoken.

Just got back from the Jackaroos gig at the Mast.  The Southern Comfort has not quite worn off yet.  What a fun evening!  I went out and got high with (XXX) and (XXX).  Major fun.  I like both of them a great deal.

I thought I was gonna get to sing at tonight’s show, but it did not happen.  But I must stress how great it was anyway.

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