Tuffy's pot luck ruled!
Several cool people called me a true superhero for kicking Malady's ass. In the end, it was the ultimate heroism of O that got the job done. I just made it a fun ride. Kicking asses is my speciality. I think maybe I should stop studying English and think about becoming a professional dominatrix.
Anywho, it was a grand time for all...except I bought these really shitty shoes on Haight that day that looked cool but tore my heel open when Lola and I were walking to the party with Donkey and his friend (I felt like it was an RPG because we were in a party of four carrying various food items). I had to gimp around at the party like a fucking pirate. lol.
Donkey tried to show Lola his nuts and Lola kicked him so hard with these thick boots of hers that he grabbed his shin and screamed in agony, crumpling to the floor. By god, it was the funniest/mightiest thing ever. Then she punched him several times in rapid succession so hard that it echoed across the room!
Digdug is the spiffiest. He was really sweet and very fun to talk to. He gave me a bunch of cool new SG stickers! I can't wait to start puttin' em up around town. or my room or something. Tuffy ruled too, he "took the fall" for me and I was so glad. His dogs are nice, I wasn't so scared of them by the end of the evening. Reign of terror and I talked about all the crazy women in SF and I started talking about "8 reasons you should not be a lesbian" which is a series of vignettes I wrote for Creative Writing class about the 8 crazy women i've encountered this past year. I omitted a couple that I didn't really think counted (like Jaye, the online girlfriend) but yeah. I don't know whether this story makes me laugh or cry. I mean, it's a funny story because you think "Shit, these women just keep getting crazier, it goes from confused straight girls to addicts to death threats" and it sounds like crazy fiction but the sad thing is that IT IS ALL TRUE.
My friend Pam and I were having a talk and she said "Fuck, at least i've had good along with the bad...you've just had the bad." Fucking A. I guess thinking about those vignettes has kind of put me in a bad mood. I don't want to admit it but I'm a little lonely and I want to stop hoping for things that will not happen. Isn't that part of growing up? Why don't I just grow the fuck up and face reality? This isn't a sitcom, i'm not going to actually get the girl unless i'm played by Neve Campbell.
Can't things just work out for once? One time? ONE time? With no psychosis? I don't understand it, i'd like to think that i'm a good person who looks at least OK and I think i'm doing something wrong. Maybe it's all my fault for not being more aggressive, I don't know. Yeah, that's probably it. Maybe if I turn into Rico Suave by wishing upon a star everything will be OK. Jimminy Cricket can hop up onto my windowsill and we can do a little song about love and friendship before he turns me into the new Latin sensation of the lesbian dating world. Yikes.
There are too many wrongs in the world for me to undo all of them. And whenever I seem to get to the scene of the crime, i'm always too little too late. Am I really a superhero? Maybe not. I'm too shy and obscure for a lot of things. I don't think I can win this time.
Several cool people called me a true superhero for kicking Malady's ass. In the end, it was the ultimate heroism of O that got the job done. I just made it a fun ride. Kicking asses is my speciality. I think maybe I should stop studying English and think about becoming a professional dominatrix.
Anywho, it was a grand time for all...except I bought these really shitty shoes on Haight that day that looked cool but tore my heel open when Lola and I were walking to the party with Donkey and his friend (I felt like it was an RPG because we were in a party of four carrying various food items). I had to gimp around at the party like a fucking pirate. lol.
Donkey tried to show Lola his nuts and Lola kicked him so hard with these thick boots of hers that he grabbed his shin and screamed in agony, crumpling to the floor. By god, it was the funniest/mightiest thing ever. Then she punched him several times in rapid succession so hard that it echoed across the room!
Digdug is the spiffiest. He was really sweet and very fun to talk to. He gave me a bunch of cool new SG stickers! I can't wait to start puttin' em up around town. or my room or something. Tuffy ruled too, he "took the fall" for me and I was so glad. His dogs are nice, I wasn't so scared of them by the end of the evening. Reign of terror and I talked about all the crazy women in SF and I started talking about "8 reasons you should not be a lesbian" which is a series of vignettes I wrote for Creative Writing class about the 8 crazy women i've encountered this past year. I omitted a couple that I didn't really think counted (like Jaye, the online girlfriend) but yeah. I don't know whether this story makes me laugh or cry. I mean, it's a funny story because you think "Shit, these women just keep getting crazier, it goes from confused straight girls to addicts to death threats" and it sounds like crazy fiction but the sad thing is that IT IS ALL TRUE.
My friend Pam and I were having a talk and she said "Fuck, at least i've had good along with the bad...you've just had the bad." Fucking A. I guess thinking about those vignettes has kind of put me in a bad mood. I don't want to admit it but I'm a little lonely and I want to stop hoping for things that will not happen. Isn't that part of growing up? Why don't I just grow the fuck up and face reality? This isn't a sitcom, i'm not going to actually get the girl unless i'm played by Neve Campbell.
Can't things just work out for once? One time? ONE time? With no psychosis? I don't understand it, i'd like to think that i'm a good person who looks at least OK and I think i'm doing something wrong. Maybe it's all my fault for not being more aggressive, I don't know. Yeah, that's probably it. Maybe if I turn into Rico Suave by wishing upon a star everything will be OK. Jimminy Cricket can hop up onto my windowsill and we can do a little song about love and friendship before he turns me into the new Latin sensation of the lesbian dating world. Yikes.
There are too many wrongs in the world for me to undo all of them. And whenever I seem to get to the scene of the crime, i'm always too little too late. Am I really a superhero? Maybe not. I'm too shy and obscure for a lot of things. I don't think I can win this time.
mike11:
You will always be my Superhero.
gil:
