> Placebo - Taste In Men
> Nine Inch Nails - Big Man With A Gun
> Nine Inch Nails - I Do Not Want This
This whole Taggart thing has me really bummed. He can play me like a piano. He knows everything I want and how to pretend I’ll get it. Life sucks. But I really want to preserve this escapade. Next time we fuck around I’m going to get it all on tape. Like this really cute short film I saw, I’m going to preserve all the best times that we have on video. I’m going to get a camcorder and record everything, so I have something to watch while I cry. Actually I’ll tape the crying too. It makes for good cinema. I’ll download some video-editing software. I’ll make a music video. I guess it does really boil down to that I would rather feel something instead of nothing. I’ll come down one weekend. Oh god, Taggart is online. My dad needs to use the phone, I’m disconnecting. Just wrote Molly an e-mail, I love my new account. It is glory. I just checked the status of my wonkaboard, it just got to Richmond, CA tonight. I love the Internet. I was getting a little worried, it was in Illinois so long. But now it is in my state! Yay! I can’t wait to hook it all up and read all the jumper settings, it will be so cool. And I’ll get to read all the documentation that comes with my processor and fan too. Sweetness. And I’ll get to send in that $40 mail-in rebate thing too. I’m going to get a CD burner with my next check. They’re not that much, only like $50 with a $20-something mail-in rebate. On the fifteenth, after I get paid, I’m going to call Progressive and see about renewing my policy. I hope that there is a grace period of five or ten days for the renewal, then I will get to spend this paycheck on my hard drive and RAM (the final components!) and wait until the paycheck at the end of the month to pay my insurance. I really do want to pay with this paycheck though, I just want it out of my hair.
Speaking of my hair, I went to the beauty supply today to look at straightening products, and they had nothing. And there was like nobody that worked there. I’m on the verge of just dyeing it again. I’m going to call tomorrow and ask if they do chemical hair straightening. This can really fuck up your hair, and if it does get fucked up I want it to be fucked up by a professional. Or at least someone who plays one in real life. I need to get a hat so that I can get it out of my face. Just a plain black beanie, is that so much to ask? Wal-Mart says yes. I must go to Eureka and get a cool hat. Oh, talked to Daniela again. She’s kind of strange sounding. Her jokes seem sort of stale. But I think it would be great fun to go to Eureka with her. She isn’t as fun over the phone as she is in person. Well, I guess I’m going to go online and post this. I would be IMing Taggart and listening to him plead for my phallus, but I have some self-respect. Lol, not really, my dad is expecting a call. As if I had self-respect.