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Here it is, the inevitable return to writing at livejournal for the exact same reason I started this page to begin with: it's a secret, kept quietly out of view of the blogspot blogoscenti. Not all of them, I guess, just the ones I fool around with. Alright, you ready? Here goes.
I was stood up last night. Stood up. At a restaurant. With reservations. Reservations that I couldn't afford. Ouch. Fuck. An hour. I waited inside for an hour, continuously fanning away the waiter. About thirty minutes in I got suspicious and stopped drinking wine. Do people really do this anymore? I mean, it was a great tactic when I was "dating" girls in junior high. Wow, though, this is a personal first. I left with the bottle of wine, which I think at least made me feel classless and content. I was pissed at the time, but now it's just one of those funny stories to share. D*v*d, that was one impressive move. No more weed for you, I'm witholding.
Phew, alright, livejournal transition successful.
Enough of that. More significant things have happened lately. I'm working (well, interning, but they're actually paying me now) and I just submitted my application for graduation. I am so fucking close to being an official Master, majuscule Master. Master of public health, 2006 MPH, 2006 miles per hour. I've barely even started working on my thesis, so I shouldn't jump the gun just yet with my enthusiasm. I have a habit of counting my chickens before they've hatched with the ignoble George Washington administratium. I refuse to participate in any of their bullshit until I have my disbursal check in hand, if only for this term. Fuck 'em.
Now I need to see some friends. Entscheidung will be in town from Baghdad later this month, which is exciting. I haven't seen him since this time last year when we got tanked drinking hot gin and sugarwater (wassup, mattababy?!), ending up passing out in a body pile on the floor of my dining room after two thousand cigarettes and a hefty dose of Seidel recitatives. I remember that Union Station was spinning a little (a lot) when we went to catch his train the next day. I wonder if I can lure gypsybam down here if I promise to do her laundry the old fashioned way (we don't even have a dryer, yo); or, she could come to DC tomorrow night and ride the bus with me down to Richmond to kick it with the Gunns and a Mattax for the weekend. I'm just sayin'.
Oh, Arkansas will be represented at the Black Cat next month. Gossip are coming on the 23rd of March, y'all! Searcy! The new album is a slight departure from previous, but I'm digging it. Standing in the Way of Control, the current single from the album of the same name, is their faggiest track to date (not the dykiest, mind you). I swear the first time I heard it I thought it was The Weather Girls' "It's Raining Men."
Standing in the Way of Control / Track / Video
I was stood up last night. Stood up. At a restaurant. With reservations. Reservations that I couldn't afford. Ouch. Fuck. An hour. I waited inside for an hour, continuously fanning away the waiter. About thirty minutes in I got suspicious and stopped drinking wine. Do people really do this anymore? I mean, it was a great tactic when I was "dating" girls in junior high. Wow, though, this is a personal first. I left with the bottle of wine, which I think at least made me feel classless and content. I was pissed at the time, but now it's just one of those funny stories to share. D*v*d, that was one impressive move. No more weed for you, I'm witholding.
Phew, alright, livejournal transition successful.
Enough of that. More significant things have happened lately. I'm working (well, interning, but they're actually paying me now) and I just submitted my application for graduation. I am so fucking close to being an official Master, majuscule Master. Master of public health, 2006 MPH, 2006 miles per hour. I've barely even started working on my thesis, so I shouldn't jump the gun just yet with my enthusiasm. I have a habit of counting my chickens before they've hatched with the ignoble George Washington administratium. I refuse to participate in any of their bullshit until I have my disbursal check in hand, if only for this term. Fuck 'em.
Now I need to see some friends. Entscheidung will be in town from Baghdad later this month, which is exciting. I haven't seen him since this time last year when we got tanked drinking hot gin and sugarwater (wassup, mattababy?!), ending up passing out in a body pile on the floor of my dining room after two thousand cigarettes and a hefty dose of Seidel recitatives. I remember that Union Station was spinning a little (a lot) when we went to catch his train the next day. I wonder if I can lure gypsybam down here if I promise to do her laundry the old fashioned way (we don't even have a dryer, yo); or, she could come to DC tomorrow night and ride the bus with me down to Richmond to kick it with the Gunns and a Mattax for the weekend. I'm just sayin'.
Oh, Arkansas will be represented at the Black Cat next month. Gossip are coming on the 23rd of March, y'all! Searcy! The new album is a slight departure from previous, but I'm digging it. Standing in the Way of Control, the current single from the album of the same name, is their faggiest track to date (not the dykiest, mind you). I swear the first time I heard it I thought it was The Weather Girls' "It's Raining Men."
Standing in the Way of Control / Track / Video