So yesterday I spent the day with Omar, which was a nice treat, since he's about to go to Lancaster with his parents for a week to work on the house and I won't see him for ages.

We were going to meet at 1p, but I was really lucky with getting a van right away and there was no traffic at all, so I got there incredibly early. And since I called him at home rather than on his cell, we still only met at 1p, since he was out riding his bike.

He is so tan, he looks so good. And my God, his shoulders are the most beautiful things I have ever seen. I have never been into shoulders, though I tend to think backs are sexy, but these beautifully round, muscular, brown, freckled shoulders just about put me away. I believe I kissed them around fifty times and bit them twice. If I had had a machete, I would have just chopped them off and taken them home, I don't really need the rest of him.

Anyway, I managed to make a little bit of conversation, even with the beautiful, mesmerizing shoulders there in plain sight, and we went to Burritoville, because they take credit cards and the boy has no money again. We were holding hands, of course, and we passed his Ex That He Still Lives With. They nodded in a friendly manner to each other, and then half an hour later he remarked on what The Ex must have thought! Yeah, I wondered too.

Lunch was good, I like Burritoville's nachos, though I always forget to tell them to leave off the onions rather than spending ten minutes picking them off myself. Then we went to see 28 Days Later at the Loews on 34th St., because I could use my passes. This is what a date between poor people is like!

The movie was great, really scary, and I got to bury my face in that beautiful shoulder during some of the more revolting scenes (I hate anything having to do with eyes). It really wasn't that graphic, but it was very suspenseful and it really kept the tension up.

Afterwards, we walked back uptown, got sodas and sat on the benches outside his building and talked. We got onto an interesting subject that I want to hear more about at some point, but I won't get to until after he gets back from Lancaster.

O yeah, and at one point he said to me, "Whatever happened to Coney Island? What happened to that bunny book?"

Now, I had mentioned it to him some months ago, because I need someone to come with me and assist, but you know me, I get excited about something and if I don't do it right away, I forget, but he reminded me and now I'm all excited again! We're going after he gets back, and this time I'm really doing this!

I'm watching this show called Dinner For Five, which is on IFC and it's Jon Favreau with four disparate guests having dinner and talking about shit, and this week one of the guests is Marilyn Manson.

And he is so smart and so verbal and so funny, I'm completely in shock. He just talked about jacking off and he was still verbal and funny and now I know why all these pretty chicks date him. I'd totally go out with him, he might be the most eloquent and amusing rock star alive!

Today's horoscope:
You think that others should be more serious, but maybe you should lighten up. Bragging invites ridicule. Worry opens the door to pity. Part of your strength is in accepting what cannot be controlled.

One year ago today:
Of course, the horizon of the show actually opening is absolutely screaming towards me at the speed of sound, so one of these possibilities had better pan out, dammit.

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