Monday, September 27, 2004

I am getting sick in that slow way. Where your throat is just sore enough and your nose is just runny enough to be annoying, but not serious enough where you should be lying in bed and doing nothing else. I sort of like that later form of sickness better than this. I am tired because of the sickness, but also because I am trying not to drink coffee to make myself get better quicker. Basically, I don't want to go to work today or ever again. I hate the Strand. I want to puke all over it and all over everybody that shops and works there. I wish I was sick enough to do that.

I have been listening to the new Le Tigre album courtesy of Lauren. I really like it so much. It is nice to have such a quick method of escaping your terrible reality. Normally, being the Strand. As soon as I leave on a break, I will throw on my headphones and instantly be happy, be somewhere else.

I saw Bruce LaBruce's Raspberry Reich last night and if I were not tired and sniffly, I would say a lot about it, but for now I will just say that it is awesome. It is about a gay terrorist group and has lots of sex scenes in it, and lots of slogans: "The Revolution is My Boyfriend," "Join the Homosexual Intifada," "There is No Sexual Revolution Without Homosexual Revolution," "Heterosexuality is the Opiate of the Masses." It reminded me a bit of Sympathy for the Devil and Cecil B. Demented, probably because I was just talking about the Waters movie yesterday. It has that same Waters attitude with a little ragtag band of outlaws fighting social norms. The movie is pretty awesome. It's funny and hot. I went home and masturbated to thoughts of this movie until I fell asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night, thought more about the movie, and jacked off again.

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