I'm leaving for Coachella tomorrow morning so you won't hear from me for a bit.

1998 was a great year for me. I got to see Kraftwerk, Neubauten, and Bauhaus with wonderful company. This summer is starting to fall into place. I'm happy and nervous and kinda shaky (but that might be from the coffee I just drank.)

"Oh when I look back now
That summer seemed to last forever
And if I had the choice
Ya - I'd always wanna be there
Those were the best days of my life"

101 proof Wild Turkey is insane stuff.

Coachella tickets are sold out. It's gonna be over 100 degrees with something like 50,000 people in attendance. This is going to be tough.

The stainless steel bottle opener/corkscrew I bought to take me through dorm life just died after 9 years. A friend told me to give it a break since it's had such a hard life, but I think it pussed out early.

Indio, CA, location of the rapidly approaching Coachella Festival, is reaching 107 degrees F today. Somehow I don't see myself leaving the beer tent.

I want to see Paris.

Sometimes people are really cool. One of the other managers at work really likes to cook, so I was asking him about how easy some new recipes I got were to make. In the process, I mentioned that I was having trouble getting vegan mayonaise. He offered to go to Trader Joe's for me (it's way out of the way for a pedestrian) and pick some up!

The US is reestablishing diplomatic ties with Libya. I have vague memories of them being bombed in the early 80s. Of course, the families of the 270 people killed over Lockerbie, Scotland by Libyan terrorists are still reluctant to support normalizing relationships with the nation. Qaddafi waved some money at them and most shut up and went away. With names like ConocoPhillips, Marathon Oil, Amerada Hess, and Occidental Petroleum in his back pocket, he can afford to do such things now. Realpolitik or the tyranny of the Multinationals?

I'm having really bad luck flirting with women.

We went to the Freakin' Frog last night. They've got Old Foghorn on tap right now. It's good stuff, I've only seen it once before.

I didn't realize that Hoover Dam is only 30 miles from here.

"If a free society cannot help the many who are poor, it cannot save the few who are rich."
-JFK

One of my coworkers asked about my nails today. He said that some of his romance interests (female) had similar nails, but they are press-on. I held out my hands, palms up, and said "these are natural." He's 20 years older than I am, but just admired that I could grow my nails that long.

Back at work. I haven't had a weekend (as in Saturday/Sunday) off in quite a while. I’m glad I just have to work today and tomorrow before I have two more days off. I feel like a cat after you move its food bowl. Changing schedules is difficult for me.

Still fried from the shows but one brief anecdote. I wore my wig (thanks, Mel) and boobs (thanks, Nancy.) We had balcony seats. When we got out of the elevator, I had to pee. I wasn't trying to pass, so I went for the mens room. One of the (male) security guards almost killed himself jumping out of his chair to catch me and send me to the ladies room.

Two concerts in two days. Rollins' spoken word gig ruled.

Morrissey was great. I took my roommate's girlfriend, since my date flaked and he's not so into Morrissey. She twisted her knee on the way to the Hard Rock (we cut through UNLV and I made a wrong turn so we were jumping a fence; bad idea.) He didn't play long, tho'. He needs to get an opening band.

Gwen Araujo was beaten to death when some people she was hanging out with (and had sucked off) found out she had a penis. They're on trial right now, trying to get the murder rap down to manslaughter. Fuckers.

Opening night of Morrissey's US tour tomorrow, then Henry Rollins' spoken word shit the next night. Wish me luck.

Dylan Klebold drove a BMW.

"Enemy sighted, enemy met, I'm addressing the realpolitik
Look who bought the myth, by jingo, buy America"
-REM

"Twist away the gates of steel"

I don't know how much of the beer I buy my roommate drinks (it's not much and honestly I don't care, it's an open fridge) but I usually have at least two left when I get home from work, unless I wiped out the supply the night before. That's polite.

Oh, in related news Morrissey sold out 15 of 21 dates on this tour. The shows with tickets remaining are huge festivals.

"Tomorrow
Will it really come ?
And if it does come
Will I still be Human ?
All I ask of you is one thing that you never do"
-Morrissey

Last time I went to the gorcery store, I got some Seattle's Best organic, fair trade ground coffee. Yesterday, I basically drank a shitload of beer and passed out before 9pm. Dani made some of that coffee for me when I woke back up. It reminded me of one of the cafes in Santa Cruz. Not one on Pacific, it was closer to where the Red Room is. They have a large back patio and a good selection of rich, organic coffees. The only thing missing here is the sea breeze and the students.

Ugh, I don't have a date for the Morrissey show.

I'm not even supposed to be here today!

"I know how comfortable it is to curl up with a nice, fat book full of
big words and think you're going to solve all the problems of the
universe. But you're not, you know. A bit of action is required now and
then."

-Teresa Wright in "Mrs. Miniver"

OH MY FUCKING GOD! Einstürzende Neubauten is playing in SF while I'm going to be there!!!! I don't know if Mel will want to go, but I'll be damned before I miss it.

Just got a ticket to San Francisco. I'm going to be off work from April 28 through May 10. The first few days, I'll be in Indio for the Coachella fest then I'm flying to SFO (via LAS) for 5 days in San Francisco. This should be fun.

Where the hell does SPAM come from? I suppose it started from that small part of the population, those assholes known as small business owners, that think the world revolves around them and whatever snake oil they're trying to pawn off on us. As it's progressed, I'm tempted to think a chunk comes from jokers, those people that used to send chain snail-mail letters. Take this common example:

From:Mohammed Abacha
My atlernative email is: mohammed53303@tiscali.co.uk


I wish to introduce myself and the
reason for my reaching out to you.
I am Mohammed Abacha the the son of the late
military head of state General Sani Abacha
who died mysteriously on the 8th of June 1998.
Following the death of my father Gen. Sani
Abacha,elections were successfully held in
the country and a civilian administration
was sworn into power with the assistance
of the American Government under the leadership
of President Clinton. With the advent of
the new democratic administration, a decision
was taken by the new president of Nigeria,
Olusegun Obasanjo to probe and ultimately
prosecute all past military officers and
their cohorts that served in very strategic
capacities in the last military regime of
my father.I was among those singled out to
to be punished after a makeshift trial,for
the supposed deeds of my dad,ever since I
was in detention for 3 hard years.


On monday the 24 September 2002,I was
released,on the condition that I will release
the rest of my fathers money in my care,to the
tune of $I.5b,which I agreed.


Now I have been released but kept under
severe house arrest all this while,I had amassed monies
running into hundreds of millions of
dollars stashed in various private foreign
accounts around the world,most of wish have
been frozen.


Presently, I am confined under house arrest
after my recent release from detention and I
am now constrained into seeking for this
assistance today because I cannot afford to
let this goverment know that I still have
funds stashed away.


Shortly, before my detention I hurriedly
deposited the sum of USD100 million with
different security deposit firms for safekeeping,
hence my seeking your assistance to receive
this fund.I have since had this amount stashed with
some private security companies in Europe. I cannot
send this money to any of my Bank Account
abroad for reasons mentioned earlier.
I hereby seek your assistance in moving and
securing this money in your account abroad.
I will adequately compensate you with 15%
of the total sum for your assistance and
co-operation with me to move this fund
to your account for safe keeping where I
can easily utilise it.


The present administration has beamed their
search light on any body remotely related
to me and my family and you strongly
know for certain that I am under surveillance
and I cannot operate any of my bank accounts
any more, due to their being frozen.


I intend to safe guard and invest this amount
of money abroad, but with a reliable foreign
business partner so that we can invest the funds in
doing business in your country. That is why I am
soliciting your assistance and cooperation as
regards this business.Arrangements are being
concluded with the Security Company which has
branches in Europe to receive the money in cash.


I cannot tell the full story of my predicament
on this letter. However you can get more
information by checking the following web
links.


http://allafrica.com/stories/200010230279.html
http://:allafrica.com/stories/200012070247.html
http://www.lagos-online.com/fg_details_loot_from_abacha.htm
http://www.vanguardngr.com/news/articles/2002/september/24092002/f1240902.htm
http://www.africaservice.com/fraud/cyril.html


Please note that I have a relocation plans for
me and my family immediately you have cleared
and received this funds in your account.


Please indicate your willingness to assist me by
sending to me the following information, your
company name and address,your private phone
and fax and cell phone numbers so that I can contact you and
instruct my attorney to commence with the transaction in earnest.


I am waiting to hear from you very soon.


Best regards,

Mohammed Abacha

I put almost two cups of chopped vegetables in the Guinea Pigs' cage less than an hour ago, and it's all gone already! Maybe I'm overfeeding them.

What a horrible day. The bus was a half hour late, I broke a nail, and someone was screaming "Hey, faggot!" at me when I was walking through my apartment complex. If I hadn't taken a pain killer I'd be screaming.

I was just wished "sweet, non-pixilated dreams"

Nerds suck calculator cock.

Nerds suck calculator cock.

Maturity rears it's ugly face, even if it's in my own small way. I just got some gifts for a friend's upcoming birthday. I did it via his Amazon wishlist, so I didn't actually have to leave the confines of my apartment but it's still an improvement. I've been caring about holidays and such, at least as far as caring about the people near me and manifesting that care in the form of gifts. Who knows, maybe someday I'll get a car.

I've been something of a dick the past few days. Some minor gaffs made by those near me have been met with rather cutting barbs. I'm sorry, everybody.

Damn it, tonight Richard Cheese is playing and the Viva Las Vegas rockabilly fest is starting. Of course I'm stuck at work.

After we got home from the store, I decided to make some falafel. I'd gotten some cabernet sauvignon to drink and tahini sauce instead of the cucumber yogurt dressing so my roommate's girlfriend could eat with us [crazy vegans.] It turned out well, even if I think my roommate is somthing of a slob (sorry, man.) We actually ate at my dining table with the mood lights on instead of the more tradtional plate in the lap on the couch thing. I think it was worth the effort. Kraftwerk' Radioactivity CD makes for good meal music. I should try to do this more often.

I had to go out to get litter for the guinea pigs. It started to rain on us. Still managed to get home okay, even saw a stupid fuck in a truck fishtail out of control when he turned out of the parking lot too fast. Learn how to drive in the rain you stupid fuck.

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I have this irrational hatred of cell phones. Sometimes they're useful but many people are too fucking rude and stupid to be allowed to have one in public.

Went to roommate's girlfriend's house for food and Red Dwarf (BBC sci-fi comedy show.) She made us some Indian-style lentil soup stuff that was yum. I don't often eat food prepared by others (restaurants excluded, of course,) so this was something of a treat. Well, of course I wasn't without problems. Leaving the comforts of my computer chair proved quite difficult. I brought along some beer, so I managed to keep the homesickness down some. We played Yahtzee and Spades. I had to be reminded how to play Spades, so I didn't do so well but I crushed the competition at dice. The evening had a strange, time-indifferent quality. The VCR seemed almost anachronistic. We could have been listening to Xavier Cugat on the radio while drinking scotch and soda or something.

Why is Easter still mentioned anywhere ever? It's so fucking irrelevant.

Drugs are bad, m'kay?

eggy-wegs!

I've been hearing sirens and helicopters all day, I wonder what the fuck is going on.

Didn't sleep well last night. It's strange, I was tired and left work early. I felt so bad I only drank like 3 or 4 beers then went to lay down at 4am. I just sort of tossed around till about 1pm. I need drugs.

I am *so* fucking tired.

Today was really tiring.
I got out of bed because I had to throw up. I'm really sick. I mean REALLY sick.

I feel sad, because Sarah and Britney are complete bitches. They told everyone I have an STD, just because I slept with both of their boyfriends on Saturday night.

I'm so sad. My kitten got run over this afternoon. I found him when I was coming home from school. His head was all squished. I took some photos. I'll miss him. Poor kitty.

Last night I had to finish my term paper on the history of pre-communist Russian society. I focussed on the needs of women. I think it's ok, but if I don't pass this I'll lose my scholarship.

I want to tell the world to get fucked.

I am sharpening my knives before I go to work today, because I'm going to cut out Robert's heart and feed it to him for losing my mail.

Today, I got a digital camera! Yes! Here's some photos of my cock.

I want to say thanks to the world for absolutely fucking nothing! You all suck. I feel so alone, no one ever reads this journal, or even comments to let me know that I'm not suffering alone. It's cold here, and I want to die, but I cannot figure out how many of you to take with me when I go.

I went to the doctor yesterday, and he said I have bipolar disorder, and should stop smoking drugs.

You should all do this quiz! It's amazingly accurate. You just put in your name and birthday, and it will tell you you're a moron.

That's enough for now. But I'll leave you with some naked photos of myself. (Not safe for work - teehee).

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Today is the 10th anniversary of Kurt Cobain's suicide. He was only 27. I feel badly for his daughter.

Why is there no Ikea in Las Vegas?!?

Okay, so I got an extra ticket to see Morrissey. Now I have to figure out who to ask out and how to ask it. I've never really done this 'dating' thing before.

Just bought two tickets to Morrissey. Not sure what the fuck I'm thinking.

A man arrived at Ben Gurion International Airport with two large bags.

The customs agent opened the first bag and found it filled with money in different currencies. The agent asked the passenger, "How did you get
this money?"

The man said, "You will not believe it, but I traveled all over Europe, went into public restrooms, each time I saw a man pee, I grabbed his organ and said, "Donate money to Israel or I will cut-off your balls."

The customs agent was stunned and mumbled: "Well...it's a very interesting story... what do you have in the other bag?"

The man said, "You would not believe how many people in Europe do not support Israel"...

Um, forgot to mention something. A friend's birthday was on 4/1. She means a lot to me. She helped me move. She's a point of strength. Our plans for her birthday was to go downtown to the old casinos, but we just wound up playing Trivial Persuit here. I went looking for a gift, but couldn't find shit. A day with friends is always the best present someone could give me, anyway.

As I left work, some fucker was shooting a paintball gun out the window of the car at the people at the bus stop. Fucking savages.

It's raining in Vegas. I really love the rain but I hate the fact that drivers here don't know to slow down. I almost got hit twice getting to work and the bus was a half hour late.

I just watched Mallrats, and now I want to propose to someone.