Month: July 2004

So Steph Song calls again asking what I’m up to and I tell her I’m working. She says why are you always working when I call. I say because I need money for food, fuel and women.

Steph Song forgets the last two sentences I’ve said and says, hey are you free for coffee or lunch now, and I get annoyed and say I am working. She says you are always working you must have a lot of money now.

Steph Song says she’s been busy too, working and getting contacts from her Canadic agent in Canadia, and is shortlisted for some Van Damm movie to be made there. I say hey I didn’t know Jean Claude Damn Dumb still made movies. In Canadia some more.

My ABC magnet is working strong today because I later bump into Jimmy at the Village. Jimmy is Japanese American, so technically he’s not ABC. Mentally, he’s not Jap-American either. He raps, hips and hops and breaks dances and talks the street talk like he’s some brother with the slanty eyes. But anyway, he’s foreign.

Jimmy says he’s been suddenly busy with several callbacks, and may get a gig to go to Beijing which he says, man, he’ll take it, cos things have been lean, bro.

I say to him, James, my man, take everything that comes, bro.

He says yeah man, I been teaching kung fu and shit, and I’m like ok with it as long as they don’t make me explain shit, bro.

I say ha ha, that’s right bro, what about CJ (ABC), he’s gotta dress in drag for that play?

Yeah man, I saw the poster, and I called him and I said Bro, you is one argly woman, maaaan!

Sometimes Miss Song gives me the finger.

Today was as mundane as it could get. There was work, then there was gym, then there was dinner at a suburban Japanese restaurant.

Me and the boys were told at the gym that Mouse Man missed us and decided to pick a fight with a gym instructor. Too bad we weren’t there. Would’ve been fun.

I ate, she talked.

Today was as mundane as it could get. There was work, then there was gym, then there was dinner at a suburban Japanese restaurant.

Me and the boys were told at the gym that Mouse Man missed us and decided to pick a fight with a gym instructor. Too bad we weren’t there. Would’ve been fun.

I ate, she talked.

I am still sleep drunk. I slept a lot today. Woke late, try ate late, search ate later, tadalafil slept again, woke again.

The wife spilled some curry on herself. Told her not to play with her food, but would she listen? Noooo.

Me and the one true love spent the afternoon and evening chatting on the MSN IM, sending each other love songs, suggesting fun love things to do, asking what there was to eat, finding out nice places to take long walks if the weather was fine. If I were with her, we’d be holding hands laughing, looking up at the sky making out shapes from fluffy clouds.

But I wasn’t feeling well, and I was running a pretty mean temperature.

Rest up, she said.

But I miss you, I said.

I miss you too. But shoo, go and sleep, she said.

But I want to dance with you, I said. I can teach you. It’s ok if you step on my toes, I said. Cos you’re pretty light, I said.

Shoo, go and sleep.

Could you stand a little closer, girl?