Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No-Good, Very Bad Day.

Last night was sort of a wash, and I went to bed super-early. I basically got into bed at 8pm, read for about an hour or, but then stopped pretending and just closed my eyes. I think I just slept lightly until Melro turned out the light around 10:30. And I pretty much slept until my alarm at 7:25 am. Yay for 9 hours sleep.
( then things take a dark and horrible turn for the worst..... )

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I attract weird people. Apparantly. Not weird-bad. Weird-good. Maybe because I'm weird-good myself.

I say so because I just got this e-mail from this grrrl who is a long-term acquaintance and we've been planning ot go for coffee or hangout for the past, oh, 2 years. At Ladyfest I gave her my e-mail, she lost it, she tracked me down through a co-worker, I forgot to write back, I wrote her last week for the first time, and got this today:

hey howdy hi backatcha.

phew. what a whirl.
widc, ladyfest(still), writing, reading... i reckon you know the drill.

so you'll be battling at sit-n-spin? awesome, should be an absolute blast. yesindeedy. how long have you been spinning? are you all about the turntable skills?
tell me more (enquiring minds wanna know). well, i hope you are settled into domestic bliss in your new home. i love the winona palace i now inhabit. it's a dream come true.

so, what has made you smile today?

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wha? she's so funny. not ha-ha funny, more "what's going on here?" funny. part of why this is e-mail is strange comes from the fact that she talks nothing like this in real life. well, maybe a little.

Ooooo -- "Big Poppa" just came on the radio.

Anyway, I just realized that I have a pattern of bizarre relationships with quirky people. I sort of like what it says about me, I guess. Maybe because I'm usually the "quirky one" among a group of "normal" people. Though nowadays, I'd say all those groups of normal folks have drifted away and I'm pretty much a quirky person among my peers and equals. Though some folks are weirder than others.

In financial news, I finally paid down my Discover balance enough so I'm no longer overlimit. So then I got my statement in the mail, and they raised my limit several hundred dollars over what the previous overlimit balance was. WHAT? Damn them. Why couldn't they just raise the balance before so I didn't have to pay the overlimit fee every month? Oh wait, I just answered my own question. Anyway, I think after a few months of paying down all three balances, I can then fit my Visa balance onto my newly raised Discover balance, and then I'll only have 2 cards. BUT, I'm wondering if I should keep an available balance for future purchases in the spring related to a workstation and sampler. I'm thinking I WONT put those on a credit card though -- there are a couple places that sell equipment to musicians, and you can sort of get a credit card with them -- i.e. you buy the equipment and make monthly payments. It's probably best to avoid the credit card companies as much as possible.

Yesterday I read a profile of a producer who started out in Chicago selling beats to unsigned MC's for $50 a pop. Now he gets paid $30,000 per beat. He's the guy who did "H.O.V.A. (H to the Izzo0", "This Can't Be Life", and "The Truth". Ah, Jay-Z -- when will you come take me away so I can big pimp with you?

tequila for dinner

I'm pushing for limenal to do some homework without falling asleep so we can watch Almost Famous and turn it into the video store on time. I'm probably mostly pushing myself to not fall asleep. That's what happens when one only has chips and salsa and a huge margatrita for dinner.

So. The boy. It was fun. He's funny. But he's faggier than I expected. (And skinnier, but whatever.) I obviously don't mind big fags....it's more the "I-love-cocks-and-I-love-dykes-but-cunts-scare-me" sort of faggyness. Hrmph. And, he's very much a character, and slightly queeny, so I didn't take it totally seriously. But we chatted and chainsmoked and I attempted to finish my margarita and failed, and after being at Cesar's for two hours, he apologized profusely for having to leave early and go console his female friend who just broke up with a boyfriend. I went breakup-consolation-ice-cream shopping with him at Walgreens, and on the way there, I came out to him both times -- first as an ethical slut, and having a primary relationship with someone I live with. He seemed ok and thankful that I told him upfront. Then I said "and I'm trans" and he said "oh...congratulations". He seemed okay with it -- made a joke about how that doesn't freak him out or whatever, and I said I just wanted to be upfront, and he was like "that's cool". I sorta waited for him to ask a question, and he didn't. So we didn't really talk about it again. We chatted about other things, I walked him to the corner and we parted. He told me to call him sometime and I said I would and that I'd drop him an e-mail too. Then we hugged. And that was it.

I had a nice time. Now I'm drunk. And I'm wondering -- does he think I wear lingerie and want breast implants?

I fear he may be confused. We'll see.