"stacked up like a tower on toppa one another, all rolled up nice and tight!"

[starfrosting]

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?

Comments

"skint"

[agoraphiliac.livejournal.com]

you are going native.

[starfrosting.livejournal.com]

as long as I don't start asking, 'what's the craic?' I think I'm golden.

remind me of yr name again, please?
-Oli

[agoraphiliac.livejournal.com]

my name's Diana.

I don't know the word "craic," what is that? I just know "skint" from somebody who studied in Scotland. "Fooking skint," is how I heard it.

[starfrosting.livejournal.com]

Craic means both fun (as in, "it's good craic") and story or deal (as in, "what's the craic?"). It's Irish, far as I know. And it's practically in my speaking vocabulary at this point which I feel weird about.
Good to be introduced to you with a name,
-Oli

would you like some sauce on that?

[taxishoes.livejournal.com]

Maybe I should send you my leftover euros. Along with a tube of toothpaste. And a few other things I can think of.

Have you called your therapist? I realize it's tough with the time difference, but that might be more effective than e-mail.

7. sounds like a fantastic plan, minus the cab thing which does not seem possible.

Bla bla bla.

i'll put it on me roll

[starfrosting.livejournal.com]

Haha, I love the idea of a care package with like 3.75 and a tube of toothpaste, hehe.

Wow, I just giggled twice in one sentence.

You left yr career planning materials here, which is somewhat ironic. Do you want me to send them to you?

Maybe I should call Michele. This is getting ridiculous. (Isn't it funny that my next thought was, maybe I can just get my mom to call her since I'm almost out of credit? "Hi Mama, can you call Michele and ask her to please get in touch with Callen-Lorde so I can get my therapy requirement out of the way and start hormones in the fall?" She'd implotz.)

I skipped the G cos I was standing over pan after pan of hot oil, timing got all screwed up but the latkes were still delicious. Instead I met up with Sharon (hot one) and Marika (Estonian one) and Joan (nice one with the really unfortunate hair) for a beer. And as it turned out, not only did I not have to pay for my own pints, I only had to chip in like 4 euro for the cab because Will, Ellen, and Owen were also along. Woo.

[taxishoes.livejournal.com]

not only did I not have to pay for my own pints, I only had to chip in like 4 euro for the cab because

Ha, sweet. I'm sort of impressed that you remembered all their names. ;)

And yeah, I realized that I forgot those! Hella ironic. I'm gonna try to get more from the career services office since . . . y'know, I'll bet they have more, and you have no money.

I can call for you, if you'd like. Although that would be very random and weird. What could I say? "Hello, this is Oli's guardian angel."

[starfrosting.livejournal.com]

Clearly you calling Michele would be the best thing ever. I mean, she knows about you. ("So my best friend Ren is my other therapist...") Haha. I think it would be great. Let me think about it though, cos I'm probably just reacting to the pleasurable idea of you calling my therapist and saying, "Hello, this is Oli's guardian angel. He's in Dublin right now otherwise he'd ask you this himself, but could you please for the love of G-d get in touch with the people at Callen-Lorde?"

I miss you.

[taxishoes.livejournal.com]

I feel all kinds of fucked up about how much I miss you. (Hint: a lot.)

[starfrosting.livejournal.com]

You know there's a Leslea Newman story called Bashert, right? That's how I first learned the word.

[taxishoes.livejournal.com]

Nope, I've never read that.

"Beshert" (or however you spell it) means anything destined by G-d, not just soul mates the way they usually talk about it.

[starfrosting.livejournal.com]

That's what I thought (meaning-wise.) It's not a particularly good story if I remember it correctly, but you know.

[taxishoes.livejournal.com]

Sure sure.

[drumoflife.livejournal.com]

I think he deserves a cute gift for mother's day . . .

that is if he is actually your friend.