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16 June 1999

6:02 PM: Jeez. Maybe it's the cold medicine. I'm all hyper and pissed off today too. Just turning into an old priss, I guess. Yikes, pseudoephedrine hydrocloride. Could it be .... speed????

In case anyone was confused by yesterday's somewhat giddy reference, Songs for Peeps, the new Sissy Bar release, is liked by me very very much, and is also especially funny when they have the Cal State Fullerton Men's Chorus singing "Tell Daisy Putter I'm going to smack her when I see her." Thank you.

Happy? Here, this'll fix that.

I found myself actually looking at Propecia web sites the other day. So much for aging with dignity. Dunno, I pay $40 a month for cable and I hardly ever watch it, why not pay for hair too? If I understand the material, this is the decision point, while it's still there but clearly not for long. Oh, like it matters anyway. "Wow, I would love to hang out with you and get to know you, but you have no hair on your head, so I'm afraid it's impossible. If only you had acted in time!"

When I started this page, I did some research into what seemed to work and what didn't, what people had said about journals, all that. Somebody, Diane I think, made a point that after two or three days of the same material, you really need to change the subject, because we get it already. This is undoubtedly true. Trouble is, I get it too, you know? I really do, I got it a long time ago, it's all perfectly clear to me.

But I still have to walk around out in the world with this crushing physical sense of... oh I can't think of a word, of should-not-be-hereness. Specific problems have specific solutions; well, sometimes, at least. But at least they're external, identifiable entities. This, this is so vague, it's logic-proof, action-proof. Biochemistry don't need no excuse I guess.

Anyways, pardon the repetition. With luck it'll pass soon enough.

Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.

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