friday march 1 2002    |    6:47 p.m.

there's still something very wrong with my internet connection, and still i haven't done anything about it. so i'm typing this up in notepad and hoping i'll be able to plug it into the diaryland before getting booted. all you technologically-inclined kids out there are welcome to give me tips and hints.

it's my birthday today. 23 primaveras. i've been chilling at home with my dad, having lunch and watching crappy daytime movies on hbo. later going out for sushi and cheap thrills with denise and johnny. haven't been too overly moody or philosophical, so that's good.

what else is good. writing up the "press release" for bling bling. the swift and decisive downfall of chicagoboy, exposed as a charlatan. seeing ozzy's band play liquid on tuesday, meeting scott (their guitarist, who's starting work at b&n on monday), hanging out at ozzy and beth's after the show, and yes, seeing the greenroom manager drunkenly dancing with me and then packing bowls. my coworkers rock. i've lived to see 23 (and this is always reason for celebration). daniel finally sent me the themovingsidewalk cds. fargo rock city: a heavy metal odyssey in rural nörth daköta, by chuck klosterman. my mom's birthday is tomorrow. i have a thing for a boy named jimi, and i'm taking that as an auspicious sign. i got myself a feng shui book for an early birthday present, and although my room is chock full of bad ch'i, it's workable, and i'm psyched. (i also got a copy of gray's anatomy, because it was three bucks and it's a classic and you never know when you're gonna need some good anatomical drawings.)

i'm not making a list of bad things today.

i will say, though, that i'm burned out on mixtapes. i need a break to collect myself. if i were to make one today, say, it would probably feature steely dan, milli vanilli, and def leppard. so although i do get a kick out of alienating my imaginary audience, i'm not quite that sadomasochistic. when i feel cool again i'll break out my blank tapes and my indie rock (i'm only listening to whiskeytown, rufus wainwright, fugazi, and neil young at the moment -- plus the above-mentioned cock rock and 80s fm standards) and i'll mail out the tapes i owe.

so. what's up diaryland? over and out.