Searching For A Groove Saturday, October 19, 2002

I wish I could say I've just been so swamped with parties and orgies and other cool things happening every day and that's why I haven't updated the site lately... but the sad truth is, my triflin' ass has just been exhausted.  Work. Subway. Home. Sleep.  With some bad food and bad TV in between.  Not that impressive, I know.  But I promise to hop on the Hip&Trendy Train as soon as I, like Stella, find my groove.

BJ is back!!!  I got home afterwork on Friday and there he was.  There was hugging and crying and other forms of blatant HoYay, but it was just so good to see my best friend again!  We talked a lot, he was so happy to be back in the States and in the city.  Didn't get to hang out very long cuz he raced off to go surprise his girlfriend and have lots of premarital sex.  I brought him some Krispey Kreme doughnuts though (TWO DOZEN), just cuz I'm nice like that.  I guess this means the end of GorgeousRoommate.  I'll miss her and her sparkly clean bathroom and kitchen.  It was nice living with a pretty girl and pretending she was my ho.  Now we're back to boys, which is okay b/c BJ is so my bitch.  And he's sorta pretty in that annoying golden, ivy league way but that's a whole different something that I can't even talk about w/o sort of wanting to vomit.  BJ never has an ugly day, although I'm not too sure about the Wilderness Man beard he's sporting...  I promised him I'd link to a cool pic from his trip, and since many of you (for some stupid reason I will never understand) have emailed me with questions about my globe-trotting roommate, here's a pic just so I can shut him (and all of you) up.

Well I'm kinda crushing on this cute little thing in the Rooms Control Dept. @ work.  Lisa, the hottie from Jersey, has me all kinds of smitten.  Maybe it's her tough attitude, maybe it's her smirky little smile, or the petite body... could be that I'm partially afraid she could kick my ass and steal my wallet.  It's a turn-on and I so wanna be her slampeice.  I know, I know... (Jersey)... but I'm going to try and take this as an opportunity to grow past my Manhattan snobbery.  Shut up, people.  Anyway, she's my favorite one there right now and I hear that she thinks "that little new guy is cute."  I'm sure she means "cute" in a harmless, totally child-like, sexless hobbit-type of way.  Whatever.  I was with the Room Service ppl the other day, cross-training again, and she buzzed in on the walkie-talkie to the supervisor.  She was like, "Is that new boy Chris with you?  You guys be nice to him!"  Hee.  We like that.  We like that mucho.  Know what else we like?  Seeing Jax @ work everyday, knowing that anybody who annoys me could be easily killed if I wanted.

This has been a lazy Saturday.  I slept in till nearly 4pm, chowed down on some Frito pie (it's a Texas thang, I'll show you later), and kept my mess inside the apt. b/c of the rainy little chill factor outside. "Moulin Rouge" was on HBO so I just kicked it with Ewan and Nic.  Nicole Kidman is in some ways like, too beautiful.  It's almost a turnoff.  She doesn't do it for me.  I bet sex with her is painful, like getting freaky with a statue.  Where do these random thoughts come from?  This was a good movie, I was all about this shit when it came out last summer.  Now it's just sort of cute and colorful... thank God I nixed that whole Moulin Rogue 4EVER tattoo idea.  (I am SO kidding). 

** BJ, it's nice to have you home, bud.    Now stay the hell out of my room. **

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