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2002-01-05 || 1:15 p.m. || another joey joe adventure || it's one-fifteen and i am eating graham crackers. and drinking coffee. and watching cooking shows. and. it was very hard to get out of bed, it was. the clock on the wall i now realize is forty-two minutes late because at some point yesterday the power went out. again. and i kept thinking it was only ten-thirty, eleven, and i was out very late last night please meow meow let me sleep. she is a smart cat. from nine o'clock on she was trying to wake me up, my little velociraptor alarm clock, either pawing at my nose with all claws out (no kidding. at about eleven her claw got stuck on my nose and it hurt like hell and i howled. and i haven't seen the damage yet. but. she either paws at me or rattles the blinds because she knows i absolutely hate that. she is a very smart very wicked one.) last night i hung out with joe, hooray. we went to the castro theater again (how do you pronounce the word theater? joe pronounces it theeter and i pronounce it theAter and he thinks that's very funny. because sister dolores from his high school pronounces it theAtor. and i secretly believe that it's kind of nice that i am pronouncing my words like a poor nun somewhere. o nuns. they're so wacky.). we used our free passes acquired from our last outing to see wisconsin death trip. i have this new game when walking with joe in the castro. the 'joe, that guy's checking you out' game. and we were walking and the most beautiful boy passed us with his friends and i think the both of us had our eyes glued to him. and when he passed we both exhaled and i looked back and he was looking back! and joe was swooning. we got to the corner and i started clapping and chanting 'craiglist! craigslist!. after we recovered we went to the walgreen's to spy on our beloved harry potter, this man-boy who works in the photo lab. who is very small with very large glasses and something of a bowl cut that is slightly receding. absolutely captivating. we pretended to look at vitamins just to get a good look (we're thinking about starting a fan club). we want him to be our friend. we want to find out his story (joe: 'i think he lives with his mother and his room is very plain except for some kind of floral print his mother put up twenty years ago.'). we slipped out and were on a hot trail to find joe's knight with the lovely auburn hair and we decided to go to the cafe to a)see if the knight was there (i was hoping he wasn't.) and b)ha ha it's the cafe, even if it does make me hyperventilate. but i couldn't find my driver's license. i think i lost it on new year's eve. so our plan was foiled, which means the knight most likely was in the cafe dancing up against a pole or something because his sweet joe wasn't appearing to save him from bad techno and leather pants. we went to the phone booth and it was terribly filled up so we had to drape ourselves over the atm all night. we played other really good games such as 'who's the hottest boy in this bar' (we both had our eyes on a bearded boy in a hoody who we couldn't tell was big or not until joe assured me he was layered.) and 'if a terrorist came in to our old work and said he would shoot you unless you slept with two of our co-workers, who would you sleep with?' oh, and kirsten, joe thinks you're great. he kept telling me to call you so that you'd come hang out with us because i know you live around there but i had to say 'we are not on phone call level! we are barely at email level!' (i hope that doesn't embarrass the both of you, but if there are secret admiration societies going on i feel it is my duty to acknowledge the fact.) after we went to joe's apartment and looked at embarrassing photos of our friends and old old pictures of his family and we listened to 14 iced bears and told good stories and talked some good mad shit and it was three in the morning so i went home. yay for joe! i heart him! guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |