Sunday/Monday:

I went to a big rave this past weekend, and somewhere along the way somebody who didn’t
have a clue about what was really going on freaked out and invited the police in. I guess
their job was to try to reestablish order. Things were pretty much ok before they
ever got there, though. I don’t think they needed the mean dogs or the tear gas to
deal with a bunch of little raver kids. Ravers are not a violent bunch by any stretch
of the imagination.

Probably the suckiest part was the fact that the party inside did not stop. It was
still going the whole time we were being forced gradually away from it. Lots of
people who had come to the party together got separated, and lots of people who had
come a really long way didn’t get in at all.

I don’t know who to blame. I don’t know if anyone really can be blamed at all. The
promoters could have been more responsive to the problem and tried to get more gates
open. The location could have been more understanding. The police could have been more
reasonable. Maybe we could have been less excited.

At any rate, a lot of the DJ’s had trouble getting in as well, and the party ended up
pretty much sucking, too. It was a big fat loss for all. I hope the promoters don’t
have too hard of a time keeping the estimated $180,000 that people paid to go to
their sucky party.

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Friday:

I think it sucks that people don’t just get along and that there are lots of men out
there who think the only good use for a woman involves their penis. I think there’s
lots of other uses for a woman, mostly involving my big toe. Seriously, though.
Why can’t people just pretend for a minute that they don’t really think they’re such
hot shit and just really pay attention to how people respond to them? So many people
tell dumb jokes that no one laughs at. What’s the point in that? Also,
men make sort of sexual flirty comments to women and sometimes don’t really get much
response. Do they think that means the woman is flattered? I doubt it. A woman
will let you know if she’s flattered. You can count on that.

Don’t listen to me, though. I’m no pro or anything.

Friday:

Hey! I took some pictures of Gimpy, the neighborhood dog.
Also, Jorge and I had a long discussion
about some movie called In The Company of Boys or something like that. It’s about
this psychotic jerk who gets his jollies by tormenting women emotionally. He and
his buddy work up this plan to get this girl to like them and then humiliate her
or something. Anyway, I thought it was offensive and terrible. He thought is was
shocking and realistic. I guess those two descriptions aren’t too different
when you really think about it.

Oh yeah. The blonde girl I met at Fundamental called me back after I called her.
Crazy world.

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Thursday:

The dog who adopted us as a household and who was the subject of a daily beating
awhile back (we don’t have a name for him, but we sort of jokingly call him “Gimpy”)
seems to be recovering from whatever was wrong with his leg. He’s actually walking on it
now! He still looks a bit weird and kinda hops along a little, but he does seem
to be getting better. That makes my whole month.

Also, there is a finally a hint of a cool breeze coming in through my window. It took
until 1:34 AM, but the heat of the day is starting to break. Maybe I can get some
work done now.

Thursday:

Oh the Heat (cont):
Oh my, when will it end? I ended up with a weird headache thing that was emanating from
the base of my skull today. I think it’s from the heat. I hope it’s from the heat.
If it’s not, there’s something really wrong with me. We need to get some serious fan
action going in this house. It’s so stagnant during the day…

I saw some stuff on the news tonight about some area schools not having air conditioning,
either. It showed a little kid saying, “Everybody’s sweating!” That’s messed up.
Most of those kids probably have enough trouble paying attention without a huge
heat wave wearing them down.

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Wednesday:

I did get new tires, despite the glaring sun and ungodly heat. And my car is so
happy with me now. I can just feel how delighted it is to be my car. It just purrs now
(or sort of tries its best, anyway). I’ve made my car happy, and that makes me happy.

Wednesday:

Oh the Heat (cont):
I had to get new front tires today. My old ones just up and died on me.
I went to a pretty cool and cheap place here in the hood. I also had to wait for two
hours in line outside with my car and with the cars of a bunch of other patrons.
And it was hot. I almost can’t believe how hot it was (and still is) today.
I think its starting to get to me and affect my thoughts… seriously.

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Tuesday:

I went to the mall today. That’s always fun. There’s something so appealing about
teenage girls in skimpy outfits.
And the boys are so young and fresh. And they call bars meat markets…

Tuesday:

Oh the Heat:
Today’s beating is provided by Mark

So, it’s really hot here (as those of you who live in the L.A. area
know). In the shade temperature hit 110F where I live today. It
was 101F in my home office today.

Normally it’s air conditioned.

But, as the fates would have it, *rats* ate through my electric
utility wires on the hottest weekend of the year!

How fucked up is that??!?!

Yesterday, there were all kinds of sparks comming from near
the utility pole. Since then (well, up until a few minutes
ago) we had weird power — 95VAC under zero to small load,
but try to run anything big, like an A/C or TV, and blammo,
potential drops to 60VAC. Edison guy just left. He says
rats ate some cables. I hope the little fuckers got fried
real good. If you think I’m being harsh, well, *you*
try sleeping in an 85 degree bedroom!

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Sunday/Monday:

Silly Poem Day:
Oh wonderous creatures of the moon,
hear my call tonight.
It is your energy and wisdom,
that will get me through my plight.

Turn your ears towards me,
oh fox and and the sea.
Because I am one bad mutha,
and that’s all I’ll ever be.