He is ALIVE! And he still writes e-mails to me!! I am happy. As happy as being a million miles away from him will make me. Why does it have to be that I have no friends within my zip code. What is wrong with the water in this place? I don't drink it, that's why I am sure it is the water.

In retaliation for calling Jesus a slut, I was casted for the movie and I CANNOT film it! Too short notice, it was an emergency casting and I was left with no choice but to fuck it up. I would have had to go to San Juan to try on clothes and stay two days in San Juan for the filming. I cannot do that with so little time. So I let it go. Those are not my previously appointed 15 minutes of fame. I am sure it will be something music related. And not as an extra.

My Pagan coworker-friend is really scary. He has two girlfriends around here AND his true love is an online liaison with a married woman in Indiana. We were discussing this online thingie, and he told me that YES, it is possible for a polygamous man to sincerely connect online. He talked about falling asleep waiting for Messenger to clang the announcement that she was logged in. Coming to work all sleep deprived, shunning friends and movie outings just to chat on the computer with her. He is even planning on going to Las Vegas and invite her to drive over. I would have laughed. What kind of insane person falls in love with another who lives a million miles away across the ocean? Erm. Nevermind...

Nothing outstanding has happened. Found a new time waster GRIDLOCK. Move the blocks about until the blue one exits through the right.

I didn't get picked for the movie casting. Jesus did, though. Lucky slut. He didn't even wanna go. I knew of the three, he was the one to get picked. He's got that star quality. He is a diva. I mean, his heroes are: Madonna, Prince and Elton John. Would you expect anything else from that kid?

Harry Potter asked for the week off, so work has reverted to its old boring self. Maybe he is somewhere in Combate, celebrating Ostara with nubile young Pagan priestesses.

I am going to pick up guitar playing (no pun intended). I am bored. I think I will stop myself now....

I am happy today. Even though I have been at CopyMax for the past three days, today I left at 5 a.m. Yes, I saw the sunrise in full uniform from the day before. But what day it was before. It gave me a little glimpse of hope that maybe I will be the metal version of Gloria Gaynor: "I will Survive" It was something like this.

I have been reconsidering this metal Santa Claus KIDDO that works with me. When CopyMax ran out of paper for a $1750 job and I had to look for it in San Juan, I was surprised to see myself crossing my mental fingers. Yes! He was the only one willing to endure me on a 4 hour trip to and from SJ. We went in his Jeep and happily spent time with black humor jokes and singing along to the likes of Disturbed, Ozzfest CD's, NIN and Guns N' Fuckin' Roses (the original CD from when he was in fourth grade...). We got the paper and I suggested a quick trip to Plaza. He immediately suggested BORDERS (YES!). Judge a man by his choice in books. He went straight to the Occultism, Paganism and Dark Arts sections, picked up Crowley's Diaries, the Wiccan Bible and a book of spells and charms and shit for Men ("All the good books I have are decidedly biased toward lunar phases and woman stuff. I am not Stevie Nicks, no way") He gave me a book called the Urban Primitive, the guy is a freaking WARLOCK. Totally cool is an understatement. I swear I had no idea and I know him since June.

That means he is not Santa Claus. He is the big, fat metal version of Harry Potter...

Received THE RISING by Brian Keene. It is a riot, there are horrorific parts and very funny ones. I even have a cameo as Maria, a Puerto Rican hooker, how good can that get? For small press horror fans, plenty of cameos abound, much hilarity ensues. The book put me in the same frame of mind as THE STAND and THE DARK TOWER SERIES. Not bad at all.

MILD SPOILER: Though the fact that the zombies are demons cast away by God struck a chord with my frustration over my own whatever-it-is-I-have-been-mulling-over-for-the-past-8-years. L will also bang her head in frustration. These demons are trapped in a place called The Void, biding their time to cross over a fucking threshold and possess human flesh. I wanted to laugh/cry over that.