what a world, what a world

Welcome, my friends, to the weekend that never ends…

I’m sorry, first of all, for my cryptic “cry for help” entry. I had an unfortunate day at work, to say the least. One of my bosses apparently doesn’t think I’m “suited” for my job, due to my “creative nature”. It was a really terrible day, and I was essentially told that if I was caught screwing around at work I’d be in serious bad mojo. That being said, I’m not going to be blogging as much either, but I’m definitely still going to be around.

I also had a rather terrifying encounter with a large, belligerent homeless man this weekend. He sleeps in the alley by the Empty Space, and said that people had thrown bricks at him from the balcony. I tried to tell him, not realizing that he was FUCKING CRAZY, that we were just renters that that I couldn’t help him - he thought I was calling him a liar, and he started swearing and yelling and coming toward me. At some point, Frannie came by and said “Are you okay?” and when she realized that I was too freaked out to really answer, she said “Why don’t you come inside?” and I came after her and tried to close the door, and the guy came running at me, yelling about how I’d BETTER close the door, blah blah blah. The whole situation went from normal to I could’ve gotten myself beaten beyond recognition in a matter of about a minute and a half. It was probably the first time in my life that I’ve actually experienced the whole fight-or-flight syndrome in a real, honest way. I was so full of adrenaline - and I didn’t know how to deal with it - so I went up to the booth and cried in front of Gillian and Tristam and Jeff. This is the first time since I’ve lived in Seattle that any of my friends have seen me like that, and it just made me even more angry. I’m not like that. That’s not what I do. It made me feel really fucking weak, and that was just like adding insult to injury. Anyway.

On a happier note, Gene is here this weekend. Huzzah! Hooray for Gene! He is currently making us something sinful, since he has recently become a total food dork. He is CLARIFYING BUTTER as we speak. (I know, I couldn’t believe it either.) He and Yuki came to Stage Door last Saturday, and (thankfully) both seemed to really enjoy themselves. Afterwards, we went to Dad’s. At one point, Yuki and I were cracking ourselves up over something stupid, and Chris Comte said “You guys have known each other a long time, haven’t you?” It was really interesting to me that our relationship was different enough from the ones that I have with most of my Seattle friends that Chris immediately sensed it. I really revel in the fact that each of my friendships are so different and unique - but what makes me the happiest is when Yuki and Gene and Sonya and Ben can sit and drink together and have a good time. It makes everything in my life feel more cohesive and make more sense.

At the moment, we’re watching Ernie’s comps movie! Hooray! (Yuki says he wants the full DVD collection, Nenie. Consider this your second advance order.) I’ve got to admit that watching all the me and Bill making out stuff is making me feel a little squicky. Oh well. Suffering for my art, I suppose (ha ha). We also just watched Mass Murder - I think Yuki is collecting material for his Alicia-Blackmail Collection. Now we’re watching the Velvet Rut Documentary. (It’s not TOTALLY boring for Yuki, who’s gotten to meet all you crazy freaks.)

I am full of Honey Mustard and Onion Pretzel Nuggets. Mmmm. I’m trying to remember if I have anything else I need to mention here, since I don’t know when I’ll blog again. Hm. Hm. Hm. I guess this will have to do.