Sunday, June 27, 2010

Wed. 11-13-02

Alright, well last night I could NOT got to sleep. It was about midnight I think, when I finally did. I was pissed- well not really-but upset that Brett fell asleep so easily & I couldn't. I think that maybe he riled me all up after spewing about 40-45 minutes worth of words, all about the rotten human race, liberal scum & the unfortunate habit of reproduction. Then I started tickling his legs & stomach & he suddenly shut up. He tickled me back & then crashed. & I was up stirring in my sleeping bag wanting, contemplating just gettin' up & plugging the light in & writing. I didn't even know what the **** it was I wanted to write. But anyway, it's morning & we're in the St. Joseph's waitin' to sign up for our meal for tomorrow. Yesterday was fun. We took a couple buses to the Getty Center. We took the tram up the mountain & could see everything. We looked at art from around the time Jesus was on earth. The art was absolutely ******* beautiful. All of it. We were there for about 5, 5 1/2 hours & we didn't even see everything. We took a used coffee cup & filled up for free as many times as we wanted. About 4 or something. On two sides of the Getty- outside, you can stand & see the entire city of Los Angeles & the ocean & mountains & Santa Barbara Island & the Catalina Islands & the huge smog cloud over the downtown LA area. Gross! But looking to the right was clear. We got to watch the sun set from up there. One of the most gorgeous things I've ever seen. For a bit we stepped into an empty theater & Brett messed around w/the lights & tried to start a movie, but it didn't work. So we sat down & jammed for a while. It was fun, it all kinda' echoed. I'm lookin' forward to goin' there again soon. We definitely have to bring my mom there. & there's a beautiful garden maze & pond outside. I'd say the building & it's surroundings look more spectacular than the Louvre. Almost time to eat so I'll stop writing.

We're done eating & I'm WAY too stuffed & I have to **** incredibly bad, but Brett wanted to go to the kennel place & try & see if he could get a job! Oh man, I've gotta' POOP! Ahhhh! Hurry up Brett! I gotta' go! I gotta' go! & I have to talk to Sue today. She called Keith almost a week ago sayin' that she screwed somethin' up & that I owe her 30 more bucks or somethin' like that. Whatever. I hope it ain't any bull****. Brett'd be lucky if he got this job, 'cause he'd get to be around dogs all the time & he'd get to walk 'em. OK, my bowels have calmed a little. Maybe Brett'll get the job & he'll fall in love w/some girl who works there & they can walk the dogs together. Wouldn't that be sweet. Then he can off work & come back to his hairy, short-haired ***** girlfriend after a full day's worth of mad flirtin' & tell me he loves his job. Oh- what a wonderful imagination I have! ANY day now Brettina. Some of these homeless folk have the craziest bike setups & for some reason I've seen about 5 or 6 people now walk by carrying rolled up different colored mat things. Maybe they all just finished their morning yoga classes. There goes another one. Hers was yellow & blue on the inside. Here come 2 more. This is kinda' crazy. A blue one, a red one. Yeah- definitely yoga. They all have the pants on. Damn Brett, you're takin' for ever. You're lucky my **** ain't buggin' me right now. --A black one. Maybe the "Santa Monica Kennels" is really just an underground brothel & Brett's already happily discovered this, (OK, I think I can skip this silly stuff)-

La, la, la, I'm bored. I'd like to go to the library today sometime. Sometime after I ****! Some yoga girl just threw some food in the garbage & I'd dig for it if I wasn't so ******* full. Oh cute, a man & woman YOGA couple just walked by & he was holding BOTH of their orange mats. Maybe I should sign up for yoga. Yeah, pay $100 a class, instead of stretching in my own spare time. There's Brett. He just smiled & gave me thumbs up!!!!!!

Alright, we freaked out today 'cause Brett got A JOB! He starts on Saturday at 7 in the morning. & he can bike along the ******' ocean on the the way to work. I can't BELIEVE he got a job today! So happy! I'm real tired right now though. It's 9:00 & I'm writin' while Brett is cookin'. I'm not even hungry. I'd rather sleep right now, but anyway, we went to the library & I wrote ****. She had written me w/the subject as "hello Jesus!" Then she was like, "Damn dude, I didn't know you were a preacher. But I love you anyway." or something like that. I wrote her back like, "I knew you wouldn't want to hear any of that, but I thought I'd try anyway." & then I just wrote about a buncha' stuff. She didn't write anything about ***** of course because she knows she ****** up & she won't mention him, 'cause she wouldn't have anything to write but that. So anyway, out of nowhere, in my writing I write, "Alright, how are things w/you & Satan? U know, Mr. Upside-down cross tattooed on his chest. I hope well in yr case. I just hope you're ******' strong ****. & I don't care if you don't wanna' read this, but you need to stay away from him, it's ******' unhealthy. OK, that's all (or something like that). Kick my *** next time you see me, or just give me a big hug."

Uh- then Brett & I went to get a snack at the grocery store & some lady gave us passes to see a free movie at the theatre. Just a showing of it before they decide if they should put it out or not, or somethin'. So we decide to go. We wait in line & then we wait inside, already in our seats & Brett starts freakin' out about not wanting to get brain-washed. I tell him, it's OK. We're just gonna' watch a stupid cheesy horror movie. But we decide to leave & go to Barnes & Noble. I was HAPPY. So we chilled there for a long while & now we're back. The food's done but I just wanna' brush my nasty, plaque-ridden teeth & go to sleep.


Mon. 11-11-02

The heater works wonders. No more dripping on us at night from the hatch above where we sleep. No more puddles under the mattress that we tried to fight w/the heat bar. No more wet walls. Anyway, today was a nice chill day. Worked on the boat a little this mornin', then left. We chilled in Venice again & finally I heard the guy on roller skates who plays guitar w/a little amp strapped to him. I called my mom today & talked to her for a while while I shared coffee w/Brett. **** got my email & told my mom, "Cristy emailed me & it was all about God (which it wasn't. Just some)- & she knows I don't believe. It was kind of annoying." -Okay. Whatever ****. I knew she'd feel that way anyway.

The rest of this entry is drama I don't care to share about a friend who was going through a hard time. I discuss w/ myself how I should just cut off all contact with her & pray for her. & that's what I decided to do.