infatuated with a lunatic

i've always liked that line...there's more to it than that, from a song by 'the afghan whigs' called 'what jail is like'. about being cornered by something, someone. feeling like you have to defend yourself once things get to a certain point, maybe too close, a time when you need to let someone know what your deal is, your past, maybe your future...anyhow. i mean nothing by any of this. i was just listening to the whigs in the car today and that song came on. i miss the afghan whigs. at a certain point in my life they were an intergral part of my life. greg dulli knew what i was going through. or so i thought. anyhow...on to today's report.

i still can't stop listening to the new cat power cd. i can't. every fuckin' morning and every fuckin' night...i listen to it. that and the chris page cd which i'm listening to right now. i listened to the chris page cd over and over on the way to and from portland last time.

last night i went to dinner at some japanese bbq joint on denman. it was good..and hold on..i ate pork. and things wrapped in bacon. and more pork. that and a gian beer, which we split, jojo and myself, so it wasn't really that much truth be told. jojo lived in japan for four years so she kinda knows what's what..even if she is a little insane...and i mean that in the best possible way. then after the pork, there was some chicken and tofu included as well but the pork really stands out for me..., we decided to get some desert at cafe crepe on robson just 'cause it was close...as we were driving up robson and had just past bute and drunk kid, who i guess had decided i wasn't moving fast enough so he could jaywalk across the street, kicked my car on the rear panel..nice. after all the heartache i've gone through with larry...so long story short...i stopped the car and made it quite clear that whta he had done was unacceptable. i also made it clear to his pal who was trying to get me to stop yelling at his friend, that if he continued to keep trying to get me to stop i was gonna hurt him as well...the girlfriend tried as well to get me to understand he was just drunk and i told her that i could give two shits about anything that was coming out of her mouth...and how...it all ended fine. larry has no dents or scratches that i can see and we got our crepe....

i also watched Nine Lives last night. an interesting collection of stories all shot in one take with no edits. hard to do. they all kind of come together but not in some really cohesive way, i liked it.

skippy tornack and i are playing hockey tonight at GM place against Stargate-sadsacks....should be entertaining as i am basically disabled when it comes to my legs...sprained ankle i'm just getting over, a calf muscle that could have a torn something, and a sore foot that i have no idea how i hurt it...as long as i look good out there...then later on it's snacks with jessica and maybe tornack if he wants to come...where? well, topanga of course...

oh...and i put my paycheque thorugh the was as well as a refund cheque for $1900.00 from the government...excellent.

tomorrow night is Sopranos...thank god it's back. 8 pm...good times..

i love you all...

g. xo