I'm going to keep this real brief. The buzz is wearing off, and I've got a lot of things on my mind, and the blog is going to shut down for a few hours.
I just got back from a club. Lots of Asian people, but I was surprised to see some tranny girls there. (that's transgender for you folks in Illinois) The guys were chicken hawkin' and I was dyin. At any rate, fun time. I'm buzzin' from three raging bulls (these heffa bartenders don't know how to mix) and two beers. My tolerance has gone up considerably. I'm proudly sporting my Boston Red Sox size L youth teeshirt. I figured that I can buy young kids' clothes cause they fit and save me at least 50%. You know the markup on girl's clothes is insane?!
I have a story for you, basically the story of my life. I wanted for a while to call a certain someone from my past since I'm out in town, and I've been putting it off for emotionally stabilizing reasons. So what it boils down to is that I don't have the cajones to do so. I'm afraid he won't call me back or he will call me back. Go figure. I'm a mess. At any rate, I wanted to say hi, maybe hope he'd beg to see me. I forgot his number since I haven't called it for a year (seriously that's the truth). I went dancing, thought about calling him there, remembered his number, then I walked up to the phone in my hotel room and dialed the number.
I was nervous, I was a little shaky. What to say? Do I sound desperate calling him? Oh gosh, do I have the number right?
So I call the number. I dial carefully. I remember the motion of what it felt like to dial those numbers.
Everything is in slow motion.
And
It's disconnected.
I fucking suck!
Voodoo
Thursday, March 07, 2002
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