Hollywood Bullshit Kiss

June 14 Flag Day 5:20 Saturday
West on the 10 freeway toward Santa Monica and Hollywood hipster luau. My horoscope said I would have sex appeal and be clicking mentally, and people would say I should be a comedian. I'm hoping I can get a blow job out of it. Maybe when the stars come out, since it's there this future is written. "We're meant for each other and should consummate that as soon as possible," will be my opening line. I AM starting to feel that animal thing with the magnetism. I think I'll get rum drunk tonight. The old Mariner's way of clearing the sinuses. Navigatin' the stars under partly cloudy skies. BLACK MAGIC [says the journal in karate letters]

It's fertilizer. I will be on. I said if I heard Shirelle's Mustang, I was running and hiding. A lady smiled at me as she loaded groceries into her Firebird. Thing ran into Payless to get tiki torch fuel.
The chaotic blur at the line where the sky meets the sea. "Get away from me with that Hollywood bullshit kiss--you want to kiss me, use your tongue," I say to the hostess when we are introduced.
8:15
The party sucked. Everyone there was addicted to boredom. I drank several Blue Hawaiians. Oscar De La Hoya is fighting David Kamau tonight. I suggested to Thing we scat and watch it, but he was playing Mama's boy and wanted to stay and help clean up.
I've been to the Tavern, the Circle Bar, some seafood/cocktail place and a couple of others. Now I'm at the Fish Co. and none of them are showing the fight. At least the Angels and Giants are on, but the Giants are winning six to one. Make that seven to one. One of Satan's minions just homered. I regret ordering a beer. It turns out there is nowhere for me tonight. My horoscope lied like a female.
A cab will cost twenty or thirty bucks. Murdering time. I wish I was on fire and not burning.
Polly want a cracker.
The holly green, the ivy green, the prettiest picture you've ever seen is Christmas in Killarney, with all of the folks at home.

Facing a Long Future of Getting Soaked

I saw a woman with a child on her lap, deftly maneuvering through the rush hour traffic and onto the sidewalk in her wheelchair.

6-12- 1:10 PM Th

I have a computer meeting after school, fuck. I have to rearrange my golf date for tomorrow so I can see the International Hockey League Finals between the Detroit Vipers and the Ice Dogs in Long Beach tomorrow. Tonight marks the historic first day of interleague play in Major League Baseball. I'm considering calling in sick so I can stay home and watch, but is it worth losing the sixty bucks I would make working tonight?

What else? Half-hearted, coitus interruptus this morning. Fell right asleep after gulping down a twenty dollar bottle of Sonoma Merlot. Brought roses and champagne; felt like I was getting soaked and was facing a long future of getting soaked and wondered what the hell is it that she contributes.

What else? I hope this interview happens soon. How will it work if I don't start 'til September? How will it affect my pay.

It's drizzly today. The kids watch Casper. There was a Jump For Your Heart thing here today at school to raise money and awareness for the American Heart Association, but no one in this class brought money or permission slips to participate, so we just watched. We read a story about a little Japanese hillbilly kid at his school in Japan. I had oven fried chicken and warm tortillas and salad for lunch. I want to smoke weed. I need to check on my bank account.

Que mas hay que decir? I have to e-mail Dan and call Kayo and call the golf course.

My night school class wants to have an end-of-the-year party in my backyard. I said OK.

I'm looking through the slats in the shades out the caged window through the school fence. A sparrow found a potato chip. I ate three double bacon cheeseburgers last night. I trod mill a half hour and watched another incredible Michael Jordan performance, this time not only defeating the Jazz on the road, but also a viral flu in his stomach. Will and desire, baby.

What's going on? Not much. Shirelle says today is the anniversary of our first date when we went to see Jurassic Park at the Galaxy Theater in Hollywood, 1993. There were supposed to be four of us: she with her date, my roommate, Peachtree, and I with mine, Becky, a girl I'd met all coked up in Laughlin. But Shirelle and I both got stood up, so just she and I went. After the movie, Shirelle took me to the Palms, a notorious lesbian bar, and after that we went back to Pasadena and fucked on the balcony where you could see all the way to Catalina sometimes.

Yesterday I was sitting on the stairs outside Principal Linda Dinnerstine's office at Wilshire Crest signing my cover letter when she walked by and saw me there. "Can I help you?" she asked.

"Just the person I wanted to see," I said. I gave her my resume and letter. She seemed pleased. She said they were going twenty-to-one in third grade and would need two new bilingual teachers. I have to go before an interviewing panel next Friday. It's a traditional-calendar school, so If I get hired, I won't start until September. Hmmm....?

Ugh. I ate two, count 'em, two fucking Jack in the Box burgers for school today. That definitely exceeds my fat allowance for the day.

Uh, what else? I have a wart on the fingerprint of my thumb. I have to make some copies before I go home. There are still a few schoosl for me to visit. The kids are watching a "Recycle Rex" animated video. Maybe I'll puff and write until class starts since I have to go to Shirelle's after. Particulates are killing me. The inside of my nose is all torn up. Interleague play starts tomorrow. The kids are singing and dancing a recycle song.

Go! Go! Go! Little fat fuck Jonathon is crying cuz I made him stand in the corner for being a troublemaker. When I finish this he can go. I'll never finish. I better let him go now. I'm a skirter. Too bad I can't do no drinking tonight. Too bad I can't call in sick to night school.

What on Earth else? The sky is dirty blue. A kid is walking with a kickball under his shirt like one enormous breast. I worked in the Bebop file before school today. I found my Primatine Mist tablets on my desk. I have to return e-mails to Dan and Julia.