Today I am really really really bored. I kept waiting for an email from that one guy with the blog, but it turns out my comment didn’t publish. Lame. So I’m sitting around waiting for Ben to call me back. I guess there’s supposed to be some sort of party tonight, me and Joe were talking about going to make fun of the drunk people. I guess I should email him, but that’s the worst way to get into contact. He’d probably see it sometime next week if I emailed him today. I’ll call at like…4 or 5. Man, I need to do something. I want to go ride my bike, but what if someone calls? Drat. I guess I could call Ben again. It’s a nice day, we could go to the beach or something.

> Joan Jett - Love is Pain
> Veruca Salt - Straight
> Assemblage 23 - Naked (such a good song)

I’m in this strange mood where all I can listen to is Assemblage 23, Veruca Salt, and Joan Jett. Weird. But yeah, I’ve been feeling really really lonely tonight. To assuage my loneliness, I’m working on my website. I just finished my books page:

http://www.retroviral.net/aboutme/book.html

I want to write all the pathetic excremement about wanting to be loved, but that’s just boring. If I had my archives online, I’d link to a post that raved for hours about it. It’s not really even wanting to be loved, I just want intimacy with someone. I haven’t cuddled with anyone for like…years. Depressing.

But anyway, after work I went over to Josh’s and made myself a sandwich (his mom was supposed to be in town, but she wasn’t) so I signed on the Net and ended up watching Jeff pleasure himself on cam. He’s so hot!

Omg! I forgot, when I got home John had posted. I’d told Ben a few days ago to say to John “I like to live in the now” (since they work at the same place) and he did it, so John blogged about it. It entertains me that everyone in Crescent City vicariously knows each other.

I guess I must get back to working on my site. I really can’t cope with being alone tonight. Glad I got my Joan Jett and my web design and my IM friends.