1. Friday, June 21, 2002

    happy first day of summer, america 

    ive got a lot of friends and lots of them write me emails and lots of their emails lead me to stuff that i end up writing about in this blog and some of the things that i write actually lead to changes in my life.

    today i got lots of emails telling me how damn funny my previous post about the italian/korean soccer controversy was.

    let me tell you this, readers, it’s ok to post those things in the handy Comments section.

    i know that you dont want to appear “stupid” or “lame” or “etc.” but when people write in my Comments section i get very happy.

    I gave you a little blurb the other day about Michelle in Oxnard. Michelle wrote me the other day to ask me my sign. I happily told her that I, too, am a Libra. I’m no expert in the signs, but i agree with what i have read that Libras have very low self-esteem. We can do magical tricks, we can communicate well, we’re excellent lovers, and fun at parties, but everyone has their weaknesses and most Libras are burdened with the above malidy.

    But we silently cope.

    It’s almost as though Confidence is a bucket, and my bucket has a hole in it.

    Ashley is a gorgeous girl, fun, talented, smart, lovable, and i called her an angel yesterday because i met her just as i was breaking up with Chris after 5 years of Bliss and even though Karisa said that she would be my friend and keep me from being lonely, and even though all those NBA cheerleaders were available to date, and even though i had incredibly good luck on blind dates and etc., there was nothing better than having the undying adoration from the former teen princess.

    constant loving touches, sweet chatter, declarations of admiration. all the things that others might say were so sticky sweet to cause cavities were completely fine with me.

    people dont say that there is something mentally wrong with the bucket that has a hole.

    it’s merely a bucket that needs more water than the one that has no hole.

    what can you do?

    you can pray.

    so what is my summer wish?

    i want to have a dynamite summer.

    i want to sleep beneath the stars with a hot chick, or two.

    i want to be able to write to you, somehow, maybe here, maybe not here.

    i want to go on that crazy rollercoaster at six flags.

    i want a new job.

    i wanna be published in a newspaper and make my mom proud.

    i want to be confident for three days straight.

    and i really want your summer to be great.

    maybe you’ll write about it too.

    thats something id like for you to do.

    arent you glad nothing here is true.