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

I’ve been fucking with Bill’s boxes for the past few days.  I’m playing hell with UPS because they’re closed tomorrow and won’t make pickups until after the New Year when I’ll be working again.  So I’m trying to get this moving company to pick them up for me.

Yesterday I met D. in front of Kiev at 5:00.  I had to go into the city to mail Mama’s video game.  We went to the "Wreck-a-Stow" to cop, but nobody was there for awhile so I had a chicken kebab pita at the place across the street.  Then I wanted to go to Whiskey Dust on Hudson to look for a cowgirl outfit, so we caught a crab over there but I didn’t find anything.  So we walked over to a restaurant called Woody’s where D. used to work in the olden days.  I had a Bailey’s and D. had a German beer.  Then on the way to the train, we stopped in the Pleasure Chest and I got a personal sort of toy.  It’s pink to go with my Hello Kitty stuff.  I stopped in Venus before I met D. yesterday, and I found a compilation CD with a Cocteau Twins cover of "Frosty the Snowman"!!  Plus two Wanda Jackson albums.  I got more coffee at Porto Rico also.

Bill’s sending me a check for $236 for what he owes me so far for shipping boxes.  He got the 14 boxes of videotapes okay.  If I could mail off these 34 boxes I could really make a dent in his Pile-O-Crap!