Oh good lord, I finally got on IM. My new boss (I have two now. There are two VPs in my department and one me. I'm not sure how that works exactly, but I'm just rolling with it.) made me get on it so we could communicate at work. I tried to get out of it, because I know it will totally distract me. She insisted, though, so I'm all registered and shit now. And what did she do once she found out? She contacted me on it and asked me to go get a smoke with her. This is exactly what I'm talking about...

I had a really nice weekend. I had dinner and saw Traffic with Cinde on Saturday night. I could eat Benicio Del Toro up with a spoon. He's wonderful in the film. He's just fucked up enough looking to be completely hot. And oh yea, it's a good film, too.

Today I went and had a nice coffee/gossip session with one of the most perfect people I know, Dante Woo. We reviewed our work weeks (verdict: not as bad as he thought it was going to be for him, pretty darn good for me), and gabbed about boys, and writing, and which weblogs and journals we read. I don't read too many, and neither does he. I'd say if you're fucked in the head while somehow articulate, I'd find your journal appealing.

Sort of like me, I guess.

But most of the stuff just doesn't hold my attention. Also some of the better people out there don't have time to update frequently.

Probably because they have lives, unlike me.

Anyway, all is cozy on this chilly winter night, and I'm hoping this week will be better than the last. I'm watching reruns of a certain cable show, occasionally staring at my fish, and flipping through the gay issue of Vice Mag. It's a night of contentment and optimism for the coming week. It's nice right now. Yes, it is.

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