2001-09-22 - 9:29 a.m.

9.29 am. that is my favorite number. no mistake i flew out on the 9th and back on the 2nd.

mental state: like lumps of terracota plaster dust resting in my lungs. otherwise, bueno.

so i think i've made the first adult decision of my life. not to get the power toy vehicle that costs pounds to repair, but to get the japanese made toy that will only need oil changes and some lovin. i'm checking out another today. it better be the right color!

i gave the salvaged piece of crap back to the ultimate slimball of the century. and i gave him a mouthfull! i looked him in the eyes and said, 'you know what i think of you. how do you sleep at night? you scum fuck asshole'. etc etc. i think it made my 'body gaurd' nigel nervous. afterwards nigel and i went for a drink in a posh place where the people are just about to fall of the edge of the hip cliff. they are just on the verge, but being from the westside, they can't quite pull it off.

nigel told me about the porn shoot's he works on (behind the camera) and how much the ladies get paid if they get it in both ends. how one lady had a cold soar and the guy exclaims, 'your not sucking my dick'! can you imagine a day job where 'your not suckin my dick' is thrown around like pasta?

i am doing the reading tonight, goldie helped me to choose the poems and the order. she made a fabulous arrangement. non of the ones previously mentioned are in. i really like how the 3 flow and have meaning as a whole when put together in their order.

stay tuned to find out whether ms. luke gets on stage in front of uber crunchy art types with black rimmed glasses, sweats, can't breath and chokes completely....or if she reads with expression and comfort!

stay tuned as she adventures into dateland on sunday to find out whether or not elephant ass breath is cronic or just a bad case of garlic injestion that day! let's only hope, as i find the boy utterly adorable otherwise.

cheers.