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Ive been busy writing papers about heterosexism. Thats why Ive been incommunicado. Again.

I received the most backhanded compliment tonight:

Caller: I really enjoy your show. I think you have the most adorable voice. I mean, some people dont like your show because they think your voice is annoying, but I dont agree with them. I like your voice.

My intelligent response: Uhhhhh. Thank you?

Caller: Oh, you probably dont hear that a whole lot, but I really do like your voice.

At this point, I know that I shouldve told this guy that I do get told I have a nice voice, but I didnt know people were talking shit behind my back, but thank you for giving me more bullshit to worry about. But I got another call and instead told him I had to take it. This caller said he was having a great time and hadnt heard the song Johnny Are You Queer by Josie Cotton since 1987, and he thanked me for playing it, which was nice. I appreciate that. He seemed genuine.

I dont know who to believe anymore, though. I get calls complimenting me, my voice I do know I have loyal callers who request songs every week and tell me they listen every week. Are they all some sort of joke these assholes are in on that Im not aware of, and I am trying to fucking not end this sentence with a preposition, dudes, but this is a colloquial journal.

Hm. Yeah. I have enough neuroses, assholes. I hated my voice when I was 4. I thought I had a stupid voice, and I would come home from school and tell my mom so, and she would say I was being silly; I had a perfectly fine voice, what had given me the idea otherwise? And I told her that she had to say that because she was my mother. I was 4 going on 12 at that point with all those insecurities. I think I might have disliked my voice cause I didnt have a Cuban/Latin-American accents like most of the kids in my pre-school. I dont recall anyone making fun of my voice at that point in time. That didnt happen until around fifth grade.

I told Don of Metal Revolution what happened, and he told me about the dicksmacks at WAXY who have nothing better to do than talk about how much of an asshole Don is and his show sucks and their show is the only real metal show in Miami because they play nothing but death metal and that Don is a FAG. This is on WAXY. AM Radio. These assholes pay money to talk shit about Don, a guy who hosts a world-famous show on WVUM. What fuckstains! Furthermore, hes insulting his audience by saying that theyre wussies and fags if they listen to any other kind of metal than death metal. Chances are their listeners listen to other kinds of metal. Jeez. Morons. But the best part of the story? Don heard keyboards on their show. He heard keyboards because the assholes were playing Kraftwerk. Kraftwerk? Isnt death metal. It isnt any kind of metal. At all. What hypocrites. Then they got on the air and talked about Kraftwerk. Don figured they were going to make fun of him again, but no. They really like Kraftwerk. Cause theyre so death metal.

Lots of people want to beat up those WAXY assholes because they get really rough in the mosh pit at shows. Big, burly guys. Theyre going to get an ass-kicking soon.

This entry is not cogent, cohesive, or coherent.

Ill start writing less sucky entries around August. Promise.

Oh. Also, here is last week's playlist, and here is tonight's playlist.

Postscript: Same deal with Sammy. He sometimes has days wherein he barely coughs at all. Those are good days. We've been letting him out around front under strict supervision. It's really boosted his morale, I think, and it's great for him psychologically. He's been meowing to go out the garage door and survey his domain. Aw. This morning, though, I woke up and my little kitty boy was sleeping next to me. I love that.

I love Sammy, yes I do. I love Sammy, and you should too.