To long trips/vacations always cause stress? I was worried this week because I was doing a lot of last minute shopping for my trip to Burning Man, and realized that I was spending a lot of money, and I STILL wasn't sure if I had everything I needed. I'm usually Mr. Prepared when it comes to a lot of things (if not materially, then at least mentally). But this trip is pretty much on my own, and I just don't know what to expect.

Went to the Blogger meetup tonight. That was pretty cool! Everyone who showed up was pretty cool, smart, and, on top of that, pretty good looking. We had great conversation. Can't wait to do it again next month. Highlight of the evening...when B scared away the drunk Swiss dude (who was harrassing her) by brandishing a pool cue. Way to go, B!

I just realized I have no food in the fridge.

So zero 3 just came back from a weekend in SF. The shows were pretty good. Not great, not the best, but still pretty good. In other words, we didn't suck. It was part of a performance arts series thingy. We closed both shows. It was in the lovely Yerba Buena Center Forum, which is a cool, all purpose performance space. I always feel pretty secure when I'm with those two in any performance situation. It's kinda like walking around with a three person army...or something like that. San Francisco is so cool and fun. Too bad the cost of living there is too damn high.

I'm meeting an ex-ex girlfriend this week. She's moving to Chicago with her boyfriend, and she had some pictures and stuff that belongs to me. What is it with ex's and Chicago? I don't get it.

I leave for Burning Man this Sunday. Yay! Hooray for meee! I'm all a-tingle. My first one. I don't know what to expect. I'm guessing that a) I'll have a load of fun and it will be indescribably great, or b) I'll get annoyed by being around dust covered hippies and ravers.

Morning Job™ is interesting. For example, today, they left for a meeting without telling me anything about where they were going or when they were coming back. They just kind of picked up and left. Okay. Well, that's fine, I guess. As long as they think it's okay.

On a completely different, unrelated-in-any-way note...I think women look hot when they wear men's boxers. On the other hand, I think men look freakishly disgusting wearing women's panties.

No wonder people think I'm strange pt. 3
You know that song from "The Sound of Music," the "Do-Re-Mi" song? I think the note "la" gets screwed royally in that song. All the other notes have something clever said about them, like "do, a deer" and "Re, a drop of golden sun." Clever, right? But what does "la" get? "La, a note to follow so". That's so damned unoriginal and quite unfair, considering all the special treatment all the other notes get. Unfair, I cry. So "la" is only special because it follows "so"? That's fucked up.

Poor la. It probably feels insecure, marginalized, unloved and ignored. It'll probablly fall into the wrong crowd, or adopt unhealthy behavior. Well, I tell you what...fuck Julie Andrews, and fuck the Van Trapp family!! Those fuckers.

You go, La! You kick those other notes ASSES!!! All those other notes SUCK!!!! Fight the good fight, La! I got your back!

I want to write of snickers cakes and orchestras and brown eyes. I want to write about climbing rocks and running naked. I want to write about swimming with dolphins and floating in the middle of the ocean.

I want to, but I am stuck at work entering names into a database, and my left butt-cheek is getting numb from sitting on my wallet.

Such is life.

Sometimes the key to being sexy is one accessory. For some, it may be a necklace. Others, and earring. Still, for others, it may be the right hat.

I hope, like many do, that things will suddenly turn around for me, like in the next second.

Nope, guess not.

But for some reason, I have been hopeful and optimistic that something good is around the corner. My fear is that it won't come in time, and by the time it comes, I will have fallen into great despair, and I won't be in the right mind to enjoy it. Timing is everything. I guess, in a hippie/zen kind of way, you should be enjoying every minute. Okay, then. Here I go.

Wow. Exciting.

Okay, my days alone at Morning Job™ are over for now. It was fun while it lasted. I'm still amazed that I'm not fired.

I bought a small pirate flag, and I turned it into my car flag. That's cool, driving around with a pirate flag. I guess I gotta wear an eyepatch now and drink rum and wear knickers. And I gotta board other people's cars and steal their booty. Damn, now I've got to assemble a crew. And find a parrot.

That should be easy, because there are small flocks of wild parrots in Los Angeles. The story is that some parrots get away from their owners (you know, Beverly Hills and their fancy outdoor bird sanctuaries), and now they fly free around L.A.

Being alone at Morning Job™ is pretty cool, but pretty scary sometimes. I'm COMPLETELY alone. It's kind of nervewracking when you're at work by yourself, and you hear a noise, and you don't know what it is. I guess it's different at home, because you can always hide under the sheets. But I have phones to answer and faxes to send.

I'm so glad they have cable TV.

So, I'm alone at Morning Job™ for the rest of the week. Hooray for me! "Bubble Boy" is on HBO, so I'm tempted...

Okay, I was an hour late to Morning Job™. I think I subconsciously want to get fired. But it makes work more exciting when the threat of being fired is hanging over your head.

I'm a pretty open-minded guy. I think that everyone, regardless of how they look, is a beautiful person.

I just think that some people shouldn't go shirtless.

I swear to God, I think I'm going to get fired from Morning Job™. I keep screwing up simple stuff. Important, simple stuff. Oh, hell. I'm gonna get fired, I just know it.