strange days of the Annanuki (or however it's spelled)
What a weirdo day.
I interviewed this guy who thinks that he sees all these faces in rocks and the faces were carved by people in 4000 BC as a warning that this area was the sacred land of the Annanuki who are evil one eyed reptilian alien gods who ate people.
It's going to be a major bitch to write this story because he made no sense... well, very little sense. I mean, how could he make any sense, really? It's also going to be hard because I'm co-writing it with Julia and our writing styles are totally different.
He wants us to write a book for him, and he says he has money. I'm willing to take his money. I can't say I care if his book gets published. I'll write it, and I'll write it the best I can but I want to get paid something in advance, or as I write it so I that I can STOP working on it when the money stops coming in.
Julia and I went out to eat last night and the supercute waiter seemed possibly interested in me (but chances are good he was just being a friendly waiter). I realized that any chances were ruined because A) I was with Julia who is (somewhat kind of sort of maybe) clearly a lesbian, B) I paid for her meal, and C) I was wearing my 'Homophobia is Gay' shirt. Well, whatever...
I feel really good because it's Spring and opportunities abound. The sun has finally come out.
Julia saw me being a little crazy today and she didn't care. It feels really nice to know that someone can see my crazy side (and it can be pretty damn crazy) and still like me.
Last night I was in the Legion totalling up a big old stack of ballots for the paper and at two different times two guys came up to try to hit on me. It was annoying, but it happens when you're alone in a bar. But this guy came up to Julia today and actually said "Can I pick you up?" I had to admire his straightforwardness. Not "What's your name?" or "Nice day, isn't it?" or "Do you wash your pants in Windex?" Just "Can I pick you up?" Amazing.
But then Julia said no, and then he called her stupid lesbian and I said "Fuck you" and I was all afraid that he'd beat us up. But he didn't.
How anticlimactic.
I interviewed this guy who thinks that he sees all these faces in rocks and the faces were carved by people in 4000 BC as a warning that this area was the sacred land of the Annanuki who are evil one eyed reptilian alien gods who ate people.
It's going to be a major bitch to write this story because he made no sense... well, very little sense. I mean, how could he make any sense, really? It's also going to be hard because I'm co-writing it with Julia and our writing styles are totally different.
He wants us to write a book for him, and he says he has money. I'm willing to take his money. I can't say I care if his book gets published. I'll write it, and I'll write it the best I can but I want to get paid something in advance, or as I write it so I that I can STOP working on it when the money stops coming in.
Julia and I went out to eat last night and the supercute waiter seemed possibly interested in me (but chances are good he was just being a friendly waiter). I realized that any chances were ruined because A) I was with Julia who is (somewhat kind of sort of maybe) clearly a lesbian, B) I paid for her meal, and C) I was wearing my 'Homophobia is Gay' shirt. Well, whatever...
I feel really good because it's Spring and opportunities abound. The sun has finally come out.
Julia saw me being a little crazy today and she didn't care. It feels really nice to know that someone can see my crazy side (and it can be pretty damn crazy) and still like me.
Last night I was in the Legion totalling up a big old stack of ballots for the paper and at two different times two guys came up to try to hit on me. It was annoying, but it happens when you're alone in a bar. But this guy came up to Julia today and actually said "Can I pick you up?" I had to admire his straightforwardness. Not "What's your name?" or "Nice day, isn't it?" or "Do you wash your pants in Windex?" Just "Can I pick you up?" Amazing.
But then Julia said no, and then he called her stupid lesbian and I said "Fuck you" and I was all afraid that he'd beat us up. But he didn't.
How anticlimactic.