(The Mighty Kymm--you'll not see nothing like!)


2 February

I saw my Mattie Savoie skate in the Nationals yesterday, and he was brilliant as always, though he always gets undermarked. This year he came in second in the short programme! I still think he was undermarked, but at least he has a chance at a medal this year.

I don't understand what is wrong with these judges, he skates so beautifully, and by skates, I mean he skates. Most of these men just jump and then wander around on the ice between times, Matt is such an artist on the ice, like Robin Cousins or Christopher Dean. I hope he goes to Worlds this year.

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So, I talked to my Mom and told her that I didn't want to go home on the weekend after my show closes, but on the Monday instead. Tracing is having a party on the Saturday, and the Oscars are on Sunday, and everything would be so much easier if I could just stay over the weekend.

I thought that she would object, since she had told the agent that I would be back on the Monday, but hell, I thought it unlikely that she would be that desperate to see me that she would be all broken up if she had to wait until Tuesday.

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I'm re-reading Confessions of a Pregnant Father by Dan Greenburg. I haven't read it in ages, and it's a wonderful book, but there is something poignant about it now, with the knowledge that these two people who loved each other so much had such an acrimonious divorce.

How do things like that happen, I wonder. I mean, I know that it happens plenty, but how can people who love each other so brightly end up hating each other and trying to screw each other over at every opportunity? Was somebody lying? Was somebody mistaken? It's one thing that I just plain don't get about love and marriage--if you loved them once, even if you don't love them anymore, why would you want to make them miserable?

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(vote for my jones soda label!)

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Today's horoscope:
Put your message in writing if the spoken words aren't there. Catch a mistake before it spreads into areas over which you have no control. Good luck means that trouble has bypassed you today.

One year ago today:
"Why Does Your Belt Buckle Smell Like Pussy?" will be the title of my next album.

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