January 18, 1999.

My roommate is currently getting drunk in the next room. I have mixed feelings about this...while I certainly don't begrudge her getting pissed, I'm a bit worried about why. She's been upset about her job for awhile, and today she just decided to play hooky to go to other job interviews. Hooky without even a token "I'm sick" call. Her boss has been phoning at semi-regular intervals, but I'm screening the calls as per her request. I feel like the adult here...and that just shouldn't be.

I don't really care about the irresponsibility...she's never welched on rent or anything important. If anything, I'm the lax one in that department, since I'm not quite used to this monthly handing over of a cheque. What I do care about is the next little while, if she's unemployed. She was out of work when I moved in, and she basically spent 8 hours a day on the couch, watching teevee until four in the morning and speaking in low tones. I don't really want to go back there. And while I can sympathize with hating her job, I'm not looking forward to the alternative.

The other thing is her diet. She joined Jenny Craig last week, and the Boy and I have been making a concerted effort to gently mock her into giving it up. It's fucking ridiculous, is what it is...she's small and rounded, just like me. She doesn't even begin to approach stout, let alone obese. But we have a freezer full of that pre-prepared lowcal shit, despite all attempted incursions of reality. For my part, I'd like to lose my own gut, but I'm not willing to commit to unrealistic goals to do it. So I just eat cheese fries around her and wait for the insanity to pass through her system.

All this aside, I really like her. She's a very good roommate, and a nice person to boot. I just wish I could help her get over this insecurity. Hmm. Glass houses, I know.

It's going to be an interesting spring.

Saturday night was an interesting one for all of us here at I put a spell on you. Met a goth couple at the bus stop, which surprised the hell out of me...goths are invisible in Little Portugal, and the chance confluence of 3 on a corner was enough to begin a tentative conversation. Nothing huge...we were all pretty shy. But remarkable nonetheless. She wore little curling horns in her hair, and I was utterly enchanted by this.

Tried to hook up with Fast Eddie & Kandyraver Kat, but it didn't happen for reasons too boring to get into here. Ended up in a very very scummy diner with Dirk and Agamemnon, drinking the surprisingly good beer and talking of ecumenical matters. At the dawn of the witching hour, Dirk and I slipped into the nearby Garden for the typical dancing/queen street pageant. Didn't expect to see any people I know, but I managed to find Gomer among the tumult. For some reason, every time I see him, my Flirt-o-matic function goes up to maximum gain, as it does not with any one else on the planet. Maybe it's because he's just as shameless as I am.

Five in the morning found me too wired on nachos and beer to sleep, but I did anyway. For the good of the free world, all that stuff. Which reminds me...damn, I'm tired. Just about time to hit tonight's hay...so I'll bid you adieu.