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1. How did I get so skint? The trip to Paris is gonna be mighty tight, I can tell. And how am I gonna afford a ticket to Istanbul?
Clearly I needed to have access to my banking statements sooner than today. Oh, the joys of having to estimate how much money you have at yr (relative) disposal.
2. I finally meet a rather faggy dyke in this city and not only does she have a girlfriend, she has long nails. Like, long enough that you have to wonder how this woman has sex. Which I clearly did.
3. On the plus side I met up with some cool people the other night in the basement of Gubu (another of Dublin's fine gay establishments). One ex-pat american guy who ranted to/with me about war and how he wouldn't pay taxes to the Bush regime, one boi who commiserated with me about the plentitude of gays and lesbians but paucity of queers in Dublin, etc.
4. Related to number 3, it was so good for me to hear a man say, "Well, I'm a mom" while wearing a t-shirt which read: 'dare to use the f-word: feminist.'
5. Somewhat related to number 4: why the fuck can't my therapist get her shit together and get in touch with the necessary folks at Callen-Lorde? The youth program coordinator at C-L is super helpful, supportive, and on the ball. But as great as Therapist Lady has been, it's time for me to instrumentalize her services and she is just not coming through.
6. Today I slept til 1:30 cos I didn't want to deal with having people in the house. Now granted it's great to have Will and Ellen and their friends here, just as it was fucking fabulous to have Ren and Jaclyn here, and just as it's just fine to have all my roommates' friends swarming through here as well. But we've had about 15 guests roll through our apartment in the past week, and I can't handle that kind of traffic. So, I woke up kind of blue and decided, fuck it, I'm sleeping til I can sleep no more. Then I took a shower and felt much better about being alive.
7. All I want to do is drink pintglasses of cold clear water, work out, and start making latkes. Then I want to eat said latkes in the company of friends and copious amounts of sour cream, homemade applesauce, and red wine. Then I want to go to the George and see drag, then I want to not have to pay for a cab home, then I want to fall asleep, wake up, and read No Future over cup after cup of strong milky tea.
I need access to a stapler because reading a 160+ pg xeroxed book unbound is strangely frustrating for me. I'm a very tactile reader, okay?
Clearly I needed to have access to my banking statements sooner than today. Oh, the joys of having to estimate how much money you have at yr (relative) disposal.
2. I finally meet a rather faggy dyke in this city and not only does she have a girlfriend, she has long nails. Like, long enough that you have to wonder how this woman has sex. Which I clearly did.
3. On the plus side I met up with some cool people the other night in the basement of Gubu (another of Dublin's fine gay establishments). One ex-pat american guy who ranted to/with me about war and how he wouldn't pay taxes to the Bush regime, one boi who commiserated with me about the plentitude of gays and lesbians but paucity of queers in Dublin, etc.
4. Related to number 3, it was so good for me to hear a man say, "Well, I'm a mom" while wearing a t-shirt which read: 'dare to use the f-word: feminist.'
5. Somewhat related to number 4: why the fuck can't my therapist get her shit together and get in touch with the necessary folks at Callen-Lorde? The youth program coordinator at C-L is super helpful, supportive, and on the ball. But as great as Therapist Lady has been, it's time for me to instrumentalize her services and she is just not coming through.
6. Today I slept til 1:30 cos I didn't want to deal with having people in the house. Now granted it's great to have Will and Ellen and their friends here, just as it was fucking fabulous to have Ren and Jaclyn here, and just as it's just fine to have all my roommates' friends swarming through here as well. But we've had about 15 guests roll through our apartment in the past week, and I can't handle that kind of traffic. So, I woke up kind of blue and decided, fuck it, I'm sleeping til I can sleep no more. Then I took a shower and felt much better about being alive.
7. All I want to do is drink pintglasses of cold clear water, work out, and start making latkes. Then I want to eat said latkes in the company of friends and copious amounts of sour cream, homemade applesauce, and red wine. Then I want to go to the George and see drag, then I want to not have to pay for a cab home, then I want to fall asleep, wake up, and read No Future over cup after cup of strong milky tea.
I need access to a stapler because reading a 160+ pg xeroxed book unbound is strangely frustrating for me. I'm a very tactile reader, okay?
