It Hurts to Be This Sexy
	2004-04-09 | 10:45 a.m. On my tragically painful inability to find appropriate objects for affection
	Drag Crush came home with me last night and, as I suspected, nothing happened but good conversation. Poet Roommate was intoxicated, and entertained us with her ridiculously comical musings on life and love at the local bar. I know it sounds like I'm being facetious, but I'm really not. Poet Roommate is actually an amusing drunk. A little too chatty sometimes, but amusing nonetheless. On the way to my home, Drag Crush and I had one of those really satisfying conversations about relationships. The kind that I used to have with Punk Rock Roommate where I'd wonder why we weren't perfect for each other even as the answer was stabbing me in the eyes. We also had a lovely moment wherein Drag Crush told me that she always tells people how wonderful and fun and funny and excellent I am, and that the only flaw she could think to mention was my driving rage, which merely consists of saying motherfucker a lot when I drive. And if that's my biggest flaw, that's saying a lot, right? Unfortunately it doesn't matter in this case. Eep. I'm not all that dejected, because I really shouldn't be. It's just that I always end up craving the least attainable people in my life, the ones with the kind of emotional distance that I always think I can overcome (even though I really can't). Maybe it's just the challenge (that's a depressing thought), or maybe it's that I am secretly emotionally distant (I sometimes think so) and looking for someone to revolve with. That last image may not make sense, but I'm actually picturing two sort of glowing rock-like objects that are circling each other in a big circle. Mine is the green one. I want to hear the They Might Be Giants song "We Want a Rock." ("Everybody wants a rock to wind a piece of string around.") Tonight I am performing, maybe singing a John Denver song (as Dan) and my original sort of hit "Cowboy Lesbians" (as Pretty). Which reminds me, Drag Crush wants to emcee with Pretty. We have such excellent onstage chemistry, and I totally want to emcee again. Tra la. Also! There is a mix tape in progress, almost finished, and it is brilliantly entitled "Eat My Love Song." I started making it for Shmohawk this summer, but have so moved on that it is now for me. I listened to what I had done for it already and laughed at myself for all the squishy songs I had put on, so I spiced it up with some John Denver (Annie's Song), The Blow (Come on Pauline and Pauline's Response to Amy), Barry White (Can't Get Enough of Your Love), Peaches (Fuck the Pain Away), and Melanie (Brand New Key). Outkast is next. Then Japanese ukelele girls. I will rock your face and you won't even know it. I should really write a thesis now. **Worker Bees** The weather that ROARED - 2005-03-01 Enabler's Rag - 2005-02-15 Where in the world? - 2005-01-14 Where have all the rude boys gone? - 2005-01-04 quickly - 2004-11-21 <-- - -->	Last Next Newest Older Rings Pictures Links Profile Guestbook Email me Notes Diaryland Hate is Great

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