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raybearLast night I had three back-to-back conversations, all with people who are close to me, all with me speaking in stream-of-consciousness anxiety analysis. I should also add at this point that I had taken two doses of melatonin at 8:30 pm, so I may have appeared more lucid than I was, which is not to say I'm disowning anything I said (which would be flat-out lying), but more that the filter between words appearing in my brain and words that flow out of my mouth as if some great truth, was missing. Sometimes I like that. Here's what I remember though.
The first person said, "well, I wasn't going to say [you're being a dramaqueen], but since YOU did...."
The third person said, "God, you overanalyze so much."
My man Damon in the middle said nothing but "I feel you."
Sometimes you need all three though. You need the folks who listen to your crazy rants and genius lifeplans constructed in a split second in the bathtub and let you get them out of your system, but sometimes you need those folks to lovingly express that while I'm not actually crazy, I could stand to calm down a little. And maybe breathe.
The gig on Saturday night wasn't exactly hopping when it came time for me to spin, but I had fun dancing to my own set with the likes of Damon and Miss Rook (not her real name) and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
herownsociety and her friend who may or may not already have a nickname on livejournal and nineinchlovely and lakenaiad and her sister (who's quite fabulous as well). I left early feeling satisfied and even made it into bed by 2:30 am.
Yesterday I had a fabulous afternoon of "running errands" with Liza, even though I didn't find the ONE thing I was hunting for, namely a policeman's shirt.vfc wrote a nice entry about the day so I don't have to fully recap. Though I will add I have a new pair of gay jeans that I paid three bucks for and they actually fit me so I don't have to roll the waistband down to keep them from falling off like the jeans I put on this morning when I went to feed the meter and walk the dog.
I love hanging out with Liza because she says hilarious shit that I find funny at the time, but often, several hours later, I'll replay her comments and just start dying. This time, it was her diatribe on the silk-screen Goonies grey v-neck t-shirt at Ragstock. I mean, I laughed at the time, but I think I might have laughed harder this morning randomly on the train.
Also, am I a poser for wearing a Bertrand Russell t-shirt when I haven't read anything of his? I think I've read an essay once. Maybe it's a sign that he's appearing in my life right now. I'll hit the library at lunch.
I'm quite thrilled because my iPod just arrived in the mail today. Now I just need a computer to go with it. The former was shipped from Taiwan and the latter from Memphis, but which arrived first? At this time I will refrain from making easy and predictable jokes about people in the south moving slow. My first project with my new computer will involve working on a sound design mix forcocolola's theater company which I'm inspired to be doing. I'm sure I'll also burn an excessive amount of mix CD's.
This morning on the train I encountered a type of straight man I like to call Thinks-He's-A-Rockstar. These are annoying professional types who probably think they dress just gay enough to be cool but actually they're still boring and arrogant and look bad. In this case, THAR was wearing some wannabe gucci sunglasses with spiked bedhead and fuzzy but short sideburns, but that's not what I hated him. He was wearing this dress shirt, the royal blue solid broadcloath type that's become quite popular in the past couple years (I have one or two), with this darker blue patterned tie that ALMOST matched, but not quite, then he put that together with dark blue chinos! I'm not talking about navy blue dress pants which would maybe work if the color and textures blended, I'm talking about denim-colored khaki pants with a royal blue dress shirt. So. Wrong. He saved himself from getting killed by me only because his belt matched his shoes (black), but his shoes were raggedy doc-marten ripoffs which didn't add to the cuteness.
I wanted to grab his arm and say "you're single, right? I certainly hope so, because if someone claiming to love you let you leave the house that way, you need to dump them."
No supreme court decisions for us today. Which makes for a peaceful Monday morning with a possible chance of boredom showeres in the afternoon. Stay tuned for the most up-to-date forecast.
The first person said, "well, I wasn't going to say [you're being a dramaqueen], but since YOU did...."
The third person said, "God, you overanalyze so much."
My man Damon in the middle said nothing but "I feel you."
Sometimes you need all three though. You need the folks who listen to your crazy rants and genius lifeplans constructed in a split second in the bathtub and let you get them out of your system, but sometimes you need those folks to lovingly express that while I'm not actually crazy, I could stand to calm down a little. And maybe breathe.
The gig on Saturday night wasn't exactly hopping when it came time for me to spin, but I had fun dancing to my own set with the likes of Damon and Miss Rook (not her real name) and
herownsociety and her friend who may or may not already have a nickname on livejournal and nineinchlovely and lakenaiad and her sister (who's quite fabulous as well). I left early feeling satisfied and even made it into bed by 2:30 am.Yesterday I had a fabulous afternoon of "running errands" with Liza, even though I didn't find the ONE thing I was hunting for, namely a policeman's shirt.
vfc wrote a nice entry about the day so I don't have to fully recap. Though I will add I have a new pair of gay jeans that I paid three bucks for and they actually fit me so I don't have to roll the waistband down to keep them from falling off like the jeans I put on this morning when I went to feed the meter and walk the dog. I love hanging out with Liza because she says hilarious shit that I find funny at the time, but often, several hours later, I'll replay her comments and just start dying. This time, it was her diatribe on the silk-screen Goonies grey v-neck t-shirt at Ragstock. I mean, I laughed at the time, but I think I might have laughed harder this morning randomly on the train.
Also, am I a poser for wearing a Bertrand Russell t-shirt when I haven't read anything of his? I think I've read an essay once. Maybe it's a sign that he's appearing in my life right now. I'll hit the library at lunch.
I'm quite thrilled because my iPod just arrived in the mail today. Now I just need a computer to go with it. The former was shipped from Taiwan and the latter from Memphis, but which arrived first? At this time I will refrain from making easy and predictable jokes about people in the south moving slow. My first project with my new computer will involve working on a sound design mix for
cocolola's theater company which I'm inspired to be doing. I'm sure I'll also burn an excessive amount of mix CD's.This morning on the train I encountered a type of straight man I like to call Thinks-He's-A-Rockstar. These are annoying professional types who probably think they dress just gay enough to be cool but actually they're still boring and arrogant and look bad. In this case, THAR was wearing some wannabe gucci sunglasses with spiked bedhead and fuzzy but short sideburns, but that's not what I hated him. He was wearing this dress shirt, the royal blue solid broadcloath type that's become quite popular in the past couple years (I have one or two), with this darker blue patterned tie that ALMOST matched, but not quite, then he put that together with dark blue chinos! I'm not talking about navy blue dress pants which would maybe work if the color and textures blended, I'm talking about denim-colored khaki pants with a royal blue dress shirt. So. Wrong. He saved himself from getting killed by me only because his belt matched his shoes (black), but his shoes were raggedy doc-marten ripoffs which didn't add to the cuteness.
I wanted to grab his arm and say "you're single, right? I certainly hope so, because if someone claiming to love you let you leave the house that way, you need to dump them."
No supreme court decisions for us today. Which makes for a peaceful Monday morning with a possible chance of boredom showeres in the afternoon. Stay tuned for the most up-to-date forecast.
