September 9, 1999.

Last night I dreamt of my high school crush (God In An Alcove). He was wearing a hyper goth purple & black shirt, just like a GloomCookie character come to life. I didn't want to wake up.

My favourite number is nine. So today is a very special day for me...even though it was filled with the usual crap.

I don't know. It doesn't even bear talking about at this point. At least it'll be over tomorrow. Although my week won't be over until the 17th. Bitch bitch bitch.

You know, I don't have much to say tonight. Today was fairly dull. The dogs were back in the president's office, I bought a bunch of comix & the Boy interviewed for a hip advertising firm. He doesn't think he'll get it...which is a big drag, but a little relief. I mean, if he got it, it would be based on his "hipness" which I think is a neutral way of saying looks. And I'm not sure how to feel about that. Don't ever think that having a boyfriend who's prettier than you isn't confusing at times.

Well, Nine Inch Nails is on teevee tonight. And I'm a sucker for video awards...have been ever since I saw Krist Novoselic take a bass guitar to the head in 93. God, I'm old. So old that I was the only one wearing plaid during the counselor camping trip. Bah.

1 hour later: Jesus, Troilius & Cressida! I can't believe what I just saw...Aerosmith & Run DMC singing "Walk this Way"! It's like 1984...all over again. Like hell it sucks to be old!