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Thursday, 27 July 2006 (the luck of creation) 8:32am There was a heatwave recently? With deaths and everything? I hadn't really noticed. It was warm, but that's about it. I'm so out of touch with these things.
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Wednesday, 26 July 2006 (eager to obey) sometime after midnight A sign posted on stairs leading to the fourth floor at Divas: PRIVATE DANCES ONLY -- MUST BE ACCOMPANIED BY A NAUGHTY SCHOOLGIRL. Oh hell yeah. I went to Divas for lack of anywhere better to go to work on my current story. I've gone to the Sea Biscuit for the last few nights, but I was feeling the need to go a bit further out, and later. I did get some work done while I was there, amongst the commerce.
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Tuesday, 25 July 2006 (everything turning around) 2:11pm Things have been going better these last few weeks, in the sense that people on the street haven't been shouting their personal conclusions about my gender as frequently as they did in June. I've been in full-on battlegear a lot more lately, anachronistigoth with the white powder and black lipstick and all. Could just be a coincidence, or maybe it's working. I was advised against that sort of thing, but it's what makes me happy.
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Monday, 24 July 2006 (48 between r and q) 9:00pm I had dinner with Maddy after work tonight, and brought her a couple bags' worth of her stuff which had been sitting at my desk for some months. Transporting them on the bus was more than a little awkward. I had to take up two seats, and one woman got very cranky at me for doing so, calling me rude. Whatever. I've been called worse, and less true, things.
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Sunday, 23 July 2006 (improper landing) 3:05pm It's not the heat (mid-eighties, sweltering by San Francisco standards) that I mind so much. As last weekend reminded me, I grew up in this shit. No biggie. It's the fact that every goodamn breeder hive in the 415 area code decided to venture out to Ocean Beach, and as a result, parking is a bitch. In my decade-and-change living out here in the boonies, I've never had to park more than a block away from my apartmetnt. Just now, I was forced to park two blocks away. Two, I say! Two! Bastards! Not that I've been letting the heat keep me from being unproductive; I did manage to pound out a submission for the next issue of Instant City, and I will finish my piece for Medialoper and Paul Reubens Day, damnit. Even if I am distracted by how far away my car is.
Last night's Dark Room venture was Red Door on the Left, and new sketch comedy group. Pretty damned good for their first time out. Better than I could do, safe to
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Saturday, 22 July 2006 (in from the street) 3:40pm We'll be remaining just friends, which is more than fine. Last night Vash and I saw the latest Uphil Both Ways show at The Dark Room. Great as always.
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Friday, 21 July 2006 (let your warm hands break right through) 3:40pm After posting it for the third time (and tweaking it constantly), I finally got a non-spammy nibble from my Craigslist ad. Naturally, it turns out to be a friend of mine and Vash's. Someone we'd already been planning on hanging out with tonight. Could this City get a little smaller, please? There's still a little breathing room left.
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