cucumber's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ahh! i'm stuck in a nutshell! what? a real entry? well no--no i possibly couldn't, go ahead, i insist. okay - okay, but just this once. well here i am. i promised no one i would update and yet i came back. the weekend was grand, in an old fashioned no holds barred style. plus, i had enough weed all weekend that i still have a touch now. friday night saw me out in suit and heel accompanying my grandfather to the margaret cho show, where we had the pleasure of being the only two people there who were not (a) gay or (b) chinese. it was fun though, but sitting with my grandfather gave it that awkwardness that for a moment i felt every bit the staunch white republican. i got back to my house though and at one a.m. xenia arrived and we proceeded to get more ghetto than eminem, splif in hand, diet coke in the other, and falling asleep with christmas lights flashing. saturday in a burst of energy (and wake-n-bake) xenia and i cleaned and redecorated my room in anticipation of the party that evening. we packed up all my stuff, cleared up a bunch of space, and even hung stuff on the walls. the highlight of our martha stewart homage was when we took my infamous plastic pink pig, a roll of masking tape, and affixed him to the bottom of my ceiling fan. he seems quite happy turning in circles, and i don't blame him. saturday night was the party at my house, and though i had been stressed because of some get a job nagging from my parents, it ended up being a fun time for all. alex came over with a pillow from the glow shop for my birthday, under blacklights (which i have in my room) there's a butterfly that glows madly. soon enough kendra, edjes, and anton were in tow (with birthday cards! aww..) and we headed off to the lcbo so that i could make my First Liquor Store Purchase. on the way, we passed by rezo's work and i had the brilliant idea of borrowing money from him. so he gave me $20, sweetheart that he is, and i tried to convince him to come over after work. i bought a bunch of alcohol for us, and they didn't card me. bastards. walking away from the store kendra offered up a mickey each of vodka and kahlua from her bag, and we ran home to get properly wasted. it happened in no time at all, anton pulled out weed when we got back and we (well at least i) proceeded to drink many shots of vodka (and a little tester of jack daniels i got for myself) while playing around with the webcam with alex. naz and caspar arrived later, and then rezo. after rezo it's all a bit of a blur to me, i got drunker and people left and eventually it was just me, rezo, and xenia. xenia passed out on the floor and we took the opportunity to have a quick cheap fuck on my bed (noiselessly, i hope. but then, it's okay because xenia had sex with jacob in my bed while i was sitting at the computer. so yeah.) then rezo left and i passed out. sunday morning i woke up at 6a.m. and consumed a full can of coke then fell back asleep. i woke up at 2 with a startling dream on my brain: i had actually dreamt about Bobby. in my dream we were talking on icq or something (but i dont have him on my list) and he agreed to come over for a quick fuck, so he did. and he was cute. ahh! i woke up all weirded out from that. actually, no, now i want to see if he's ever coming to toronto. hehe. xenia left after spending about 50 hours or so here, then i cleaned my room a bit and tried to make a new design for like two hours. i've got like designer's block, so i guess we're stuck with this thing for now. (try as you might, you will never write this entry unless perhaps you are maybe her.) 04:29 - 26 November 2001 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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