January 14, 2004. 10:16 at night.
Taking My OCD To a Whole New Level
So many things to talk about and so little time. Where to start, friends??
Well, I guess I should get all sentimental about 2003, now that it's over. A lot of crazy shit went down in that year, but I will narrow my list to two simple things. Two simple things that have rocked me forever.
First! Getting engaged to Megan. Totally rad. I'm gonna be MARRIED. It sounds so strange, yet so right. And our relationship just gets better everyday. Seriously, who could want anything more? And did I ever tell you the story about how when my coworker found out that I was going to propose, she asked me if I "needed" Megan. I thought the word "needed" was just, I dunno, too pervy. Maybe it was the way she accentuated the word "need" that kinda creeped me out. Like every time I think of Megan, my loins explode in a fiery rush of overwhelming pleasure. That was the imagery conjured up by the way my coworker said "Do you NEEED her?" I mean, yes, my loins do explode in that way every so often, but I had to re-phrase my coworker's statement: "Let's put it this way. I can't imagine my future without her."
Second! The Twilight Singers. Greg Dulli returns with a vengence. Not only is their album on constant play in my car, office, and home, but their show at the El Rey was one of my favoritest ever. We got there earlier than we had planned and got spots right in the front. It was fantastic. After the first set, we went and sat down on the sides but then guess who came out on stage during the encore. Donal Logue! Arrrh! The show would've been 10,000 times cooler if we had kept our spots and got to touch his shoelaces or something.
So there's a show on TLC called Clean Sweep where two rooms in somebody's house get cleaned out, redecorated, and organized. For some totally weird reason, every single time I watch an episode, I go on a cleaning binge in my apartment. You should see my place. It's spotless and everything is neatly organized. Now, the same thing doesn't happen when I watch other organizing shows like Mission: Organization or Clean House. Don't ask why. C'est un mystère!
In a single day, two diaries went and killed themselves. So sad. I'm not much of an updater these days, but I promise you: I will hang tough in 2004!
Finally: After reading about Dr. Joe's harrowing adventures on the east coast, I am starting to think that there is no way I want to go to Yale.
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