I call my cat Fucker.

Occasionally, I get irritable.

And lately, there have been a couple things that are just grating on my nerves, the foremost of them being the Tag Sale. It's Sunday morning. I've been up since 730. I was up yesterday (Saturday) at 730. I spent all morning yesterday hauling heavy shit in the muggy weather while dealing with bugs. And my feet kept getting dewey and covered in crap from the ground. And Cait just sat there eating Pizza. And every time she would finish a piece, she'd get another one so she wouldn't have to help. And this left Stewart, my mother and me doing ALL the damned work. And then when it came time to close up shop yesterday, she disappeared to take a shower and leave. I am doing minimal tag sale work today.

Secondly, which is a recurring theme, is needy and demanding friends. Until recently, I had successfully cut all of those broads (and a couple of dudes) that constantly have overdramatic life crises out of my life. I am disgruntled that, through no fault of my own, I have encountered another one. And I'm stuck with her. I like her. I think she's funny. She has some good stories. But I don't like being bossed around and I especially don't like it when I have to watch it happen to other people.

finally, I don't know if Tara is alive. There is a lot of damage potential in Vegas. But that is not irritating, just worrisome. And could be easily remedied by calling her.



Tonight is Cece's Graduation Party and I'm kind of excited. And my package has still not arrived from Canada.

Sad songs and Waltzes.

1. Shute came to visit yesterday. We went to lunch at Ginger Blossom before he drove of into the noonday sun on his way to Colorado via New Jersey. He probably did hit NYC just at rush hour. But knowing him he pissed out the window and called it a trip. I am going to miss him tremendously.

2. Temping all last week gave me severe wanderlust. I'm still looking at Nashville. Getting up at 7 every morning was not so fun, but it was a dece place to work.

3. Stewart has jury duty all this week. Honestly, who would pick the ginormous neo-nazi looking fucker to be on an anti discrimination case. Some one dropped the ball on that one.

4. We drove to Seakonk on Monday to observe shute in his natural habitat. We went to providence. Hung out on Thayer street long enough for me to develop a loathing for rich kids with parent aid credit cards who do nothing but look for chococat contact cases all day... I picked up a press of talking heads and a ringo single for Cait (you're 16). We could not find an open bar, so we headed to Providence place to get lunch and survey the surroundings. Sated my fried chicken craving at popeye's. Went to a bar near Little Italy. Had Jim Beam Black shots and a lot of beers. Stopped at Shute's house for a little while. Headed home. Pictures will follow.

5. Going to see cabaret tonight. Perhaps Sophia's later.