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Archive for September, 2002

Official proposal

Monday, September 30th, 2002

Dear Elvis Costello,
Would you please come to my house for a dinner. I have wanted to hang out with you since I was 13 and now it has been too long, so much has happened.
-BQ

WTF?

Sunday, September 29th, 2002

I drove to Woodstock from NYC on a Friday night. I got lost in the dark for about an hour and then finally found the lodge. I went the restaurant alone and ran into my ex-boyfriend when I was 16 in Portland Oregon.
He asked me how my Mother was and it floored me.
So much flashed […]

woodstock, all ass all of the time

Saturday, September 28th, 2002

He was gay, but that didn't stop him for offering up his bare ass for me to spank.
It was 2 am, we were swimming, spanking and laughing
I spanked him
Then he spanked me
He said I had a lovely ass
And I liked that.

New York fucking city

Friday, September 20th, 2002

I love it NY!!!!
Pivo & film girl picked me up at JFK and gave me the royal queen treatment.
All is good

at the gym

Wednesday, September 18th, 2002

This week I thought, fuck that hurts
Last week tears rolled down my cheeks
The week before I could barely walk, or hold up my protein drink
Yes, that is the way the work outs are going
Or rather the rock outs as I like to call them.
I am on the 3rd week of an intensive 12 week program.
Lately […]

the past few weeks

Tuesday, September 17th, 2002

I have been to a few awful gallery exhibits and to a few fascinating museum exhibitions. I went dancing with a bunch of scary hippies who do a sort of free form thing that made me feel fairly uncomfortable. I made some yummy gazpacho and ate it. I read safety of objects and found it […]

Karoake

Tuesday, September 17th, 2002

I don't think I told you, but the other night I went to Karoake and all of my friends left.
I was just getting started, so I stayed on alone.
I was the only Caucasian in the place, and probably the youngest……
I sang a bunch of songs with out the benefit of a posse
A Regular there, Ed, […]

First memory of waffle

Monday, September 16th, 2002

My mom and dad bought a waffle iron and it was a big deal.
I was in pre-school. I tasted my first waffle and it was the most amazing thing I had ever tasted. I knew no one would ever believe me or even be able to comprehend such deliciousness. I asked my mom if I […]

Hoboken

Sunday, September 15th, 2002

My hair is short because I shaved my head
I kept it
I dunno, I just shaved it
then I got into shaving my arms for a while
they looked so artificial, so cool,
like plastic
oh this,
(pointing to his arm)
I was studying architecture
It wasn’t a happy time, not a happy time
I would stay up late and cut myself with an […]

Bachelor #14 (date #1)

Friday, September 13th, 2002

The other thing that I think should be left out of first dates, besides incessantly using the word fuck as a verb, is talk of and show of excessive knowledge about serial killers.
Suffice to say that when he spoke of the weird flash in Ted Bundy's eyes I thought I saw that flash in his.

Bachelor #13 (date #1)

Thursday, September 12th, 2002

It has gotten this bad, my problem…..
We sit down to eat at Vida, we look at the menus, I barely know him, but I say
“I want sushi” to my delight he agrees even though it involves going all the way to the valley. It feels like that moment when you find someone that is both […]

At least my chair loves me.

Wednesday, September 11th, 2002

I have a very ugly black chair, but it gives good massage.
Sometimes when people are over we take turns sitting in it, one person lies on the bed and another in the chair. Then we switch.
When I first got it my friend Scott said “now you REALLY don't need a boyfriend”.
I want to add headphones, […]

fucking amazing (Bachelor #12)

Wednesday, September 11th, 2002

I say the word fuck a lot I admit it. Not usually on a first date, well I don't think that I do.
One thing I know I do not do is use the word fucking a lot as a verb on the first date like Bachelor #12 did.
I might say “It was FUCKING amazing” and […]

attitude

Saturday, September 7th, 2002

Seek out that particular mental attitude which makes you feel most deeply and vitally alive, along with which comes the inner voice which says, “This is the real me,” and when you have found that attitude, follow it.
-William James

My Taxi Driver

Thursday, September 5th, 2002

I am pretty sure it was Travis Bickel that brought me home this evening. Well, the
Russian Travis Bickel. He seemed very upset about the sleazy place that I had been.
He also had never read and never heard of Ayn Rand.



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