1. Friday, June 4, 2004

    if anna finds out she will be pissed 

    but tonight i actually left my home and drank at a bar with karisa.

    and i had a great time.

    anna gets a little uptight because she says i never want to go out and party with her or her friends. and she gets the way most women get and tries to compare situations with other women that i know and she will say something, im sure, like, “sure you go out to bars with karisa, but why wont you do that with me?”

    without realizing of course that for three years now, whenever karisa and i hang out its usually at my place, its usually boring, and its usually in front of the tv. just like im with everyone. just like im with her. just like im with my closest and not-so-closest friends.

    i do get stuck in little ruts. i do like consistancy. i dont like spending $12 on two shots. i dont like fighting the crowds. and i really dont like it when ms kournikova compares herself with any of the young ladies that i hang out with. cuz everyones different. and even im different with everyone.

    karisa and i havent seen each other for ages. i was begining to forget what she looked like. but when i walked into our secret favorite little dive bar off hollywood blvd i was all oh yeah, shes hot.

    waiting in front of her was a mostly full pitcher of natty light. one glass almost full, one glass chilled empty. the doors were playing on the jukebox. what more could a man want at 10pm on a thirsty thursday?

    karisa had a baseball shirt on. sleeves cut off just below the shoulders. tight. some sort of pants. low cut everything. i usually dont look at her for fear of finding her attractive, but i wanted to make sure that it was really her and not just some of the other many thousands of super hot babes who end up in bars in hollywood on any given night and if you think im exaggerating you better check yourself.

    tony pierce, she said.

    karisa j. i said right back.

    we hugged. we smiled. we went right at it. we drank. we yapped. we bore confidences. we did lemondrops. we listened to the good tunes. we did all the things that two super good friends do who havent caught up in what must have been a month. shit had it been a month? maybe it was a month.

    karisa asked how it was going with anna. i told her it was pretty good. i told her it looked like she was done with old whatshisfuck. she told me about her man. about this cool thing theyre going to do at cinespace this weekend. movies, wine, food, etc. theyre high rollers. she told me about her job. i told her about this new book i got off ebay, john fante’s son’s book. time flew.

    and in the end i said we really cant be spending months away from each other and she said youre so right and i said good and she said lets hook up next week and i said ok not meaning it but karisa if youre reading this i mean it, next week is cool.

    although i have lots of friends there are a few that mean so much to me, and karisa is right there. i have my college friends and somehow karisa snuck in that mix as far as super important friends.

    anna is a whole nother beast. she and i have the best sex. she told me she loved me the other day. i was started. i said what about gayboy. she said i like him and hes cute and i said yeah but he doesnt deliver does he and she didnt say anything and i want the best for her. and its weird that i dont mind that she dates him or others, but maybe i just dont feel worthy. maybe i see her and i think fuck youre anna kournikova you could do so much better than just an above average blogger. but maybe thats all you get when you have everything else.

    so tonight anna and i have a little date and she said you better seal up the windows cuz im going to make some noise. and yesterday i got a postcard from bunnie which i almost typed as being a boastcard, which is actually closer to the truth. then i made a kickass guns greatest hits.

    Yesterdays – Use Your Illusion II

    Patience – Lies

    Don’t Cry – Use Your Illusion I

    Live and Let Die – Use Your Illusion I

    Raw Power – The Spaghetti Incident?

    You’re Crazy – Appetite for Destruction

    Since I Don’t Have You – The Spaghetti Incident?

    Welcome To The Jungle – Live Era ’87 – ’93

    Paradise City – Live Era ’87 – ’93

    Nightrain – Live Era ’87 – ’93

    Sweet Child o’ Mine – Appetite for Destruction

    Rocket Queen – Appetite for Destruction

    Mama Kin – Lies

    Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door – Use Your Illusion II

    November Rain – Use Your Illusion I

    Used To Love Her – Lies

    if only tiffany was twenty one + tyranny + greg vaine and the carter family