August 25, 2000

I am, at this time, discussing with someone the various liquid substances one could use for an enema. Freon and vodka are the two being tossed around, currently.

It must be very fucking late and I must be very fucking tired to be having this conversation - because I know I'm not drunk, stoned, or otherwise impaired. Or maybe I'm just really fucking weird. Enh. Nix that "maybe".

Now I'm discussing why the pain of tattoos and piercings are pleasurable to me. You must think me mad. Oh, goodie.

Why am I using this precious journal entry space to transcribe a conversation I'm having? I have no idea. Maybe because it's interesting, quite possibly more so than anything going on in my life currently.

Ok, that's not totally true. I have some cool stuff going on. I did, in fact, get that promotion. There's kind of a catch, though. I'm going to be in training for a few months before I actually get the title (and the salary.) Which is ok, because it's a retail store, and a large one at that; and they don't want to throw me into management at the hardest time of the year. Also, it gives me more time to thoroughly research day care centers for Liam. Let's face it, I really don't even want to put him in daycare, but I need to be making good money and it's nice to have management on your resume.

My trip to Florida for the Fango con is off. Strangely enough, that's not a big shocker to me, but that's another journal entry in itself. So, being that my plane ticket had a detour in Chicago, of all places, I spoke to Andreux about visiting that weekend. He's cool with it, so it's off to the Windy City I go.  Never been there before, so that in iteslf is pretty cool. And, I haven't seen Andreux in a little more than three years. ANd the last time I saw him, it was the 97 X-Day Drill, there were bunches of people everywhere, I was sick as a dog... you get the picture. We didn't hang much.

Another person who I haven't seen in exactly the same amount of time is Spike Jonez. That little whirlwind blast-from-the-past emailed me not two days ago, and he lives in New Jersey as well. He's kinda far from me (2 hours driving) but, he was one of my closest online SubGenius friends back in my Tampa Bay days, so a two hour drive is nothing to me.

So I've got my own personal SubGenius reunion going on. Next thing I know, ICEKNIFE is gonna call me up.  You can leave the Church, but it can't leave you, I guess. It's all good. I truly miss many of my SubGenius friends, most of whom I have not spoken with in a few years. I only recently found Andreux again, and I occasionally email Sylvie to see what's up in her crazy life.

Oh well. It's late. I should go to bed. Tomorrow is my only day off this week, and I don't want to waste it sleeping.