27 January, 2004
For some reason someone got me to sign up to a religious daily newsletter. Their comment about it was so out of the blue that I thought- hell if they are serious then I want to know what the deal is and if they are not serious then... well I get an allert that tells me someone atleast loves me (which is what email allerts make me feel.) I just realised I don't really know how to spell allert. Ellert. Alert. A-ha!!! (Go back and change them.) Anyway, the 'alert' just told me that my email is today titled, "Be a Christian Only."
Hmmm.
I'm getting picked up at eight thirty- I'm wagging dinner and going out. Like I wagged work the other day to sleep. I've got my priorities (thankyou Bobby Brown) all worked out.
I bought them- the lovely couple- a wine decanter 'bohemian 1960s' in a smokey purple grey and an old set of silver desert spoons and forks in one of those nifty boxes.
They will hate it.
NO they wont.
Yes they will cos they secretly hate me.
That's why they are coming to pick you up?
Well they are just being nice cos ..
Shut up.
Will he come along too?
Who knows.
I don't know either.
Fuck this puppy.
So I'm hungry but because I'm wagging I can't go and get food cos Nikki will turn up and find out that I'm here and not where I said I would be - 'VERY important gallery opening dharling!'
I'm warm and I smell like coconut how come no one... oh shit that's right...
The resolve almost faltered for a second there the other day/eve because I was thinking of all the nice things- that ... that everything... and how I miss it but (yet again) I've set myself up so that I can't miss it. Someone else.... someone else... lets just do a reverse onion skin and layer one on up over that there stinging soreness.
And then- like all immature people- I remembered why its not the place to be when I got a call that included, "Well I'm going to the movies with K and so I'll call you after that." Go to the movies with me you fucker? No? Okay then fuck..
argh...
SELL YOUR TICKET TO SEE SOMEONE YOU REALLY LOVE just to sit around someone's house with me and shoot the breeze?
Yes I'll take six of you thankyou.
That's what I'm talking about. This is all confusing.
Then I open the email and it is in fact called, "Becoming a Christion only ...... by revelation."
OH!