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Rabbit Rabbit

In General on 4 March 2002 with no comments

Rabbit Rabbit - Woah off to a weird March Already.
Feeling: Happy 80% Cloudy 05% Cranky 15%
Pray It Forward: For a friend who’s emotionally burdened.
Thinking: My sleep schedules are wacked and there’s less than a week until SXSW
Listening To: Ben Harper - Sexual Healing (Cover of Marvin Gaye)

Nuttiness.
So website update, stuff is slowly coming along. Comments - fixed, Linksy Love randomizer - fixed. Archives - uh… woops. I’m going to redesign the blog page so that I don’t have the extra scroll bar in there too based on several peeps feedback. Just give me a bit of time so I don’t futz other stuff in the meantime. The other interior pages…well slowly getting organized and puttering out. Patience folks. I had that homestead site for over 3 years, ya expect me to port it all over overnight? Nope. Especially with the amount of crap code put into each html file. Grr.

So how was your weekend?
Mine, typical, normal, the usual. Typical if you’re me, that is.

Friday night - still recovering from last weekend, I futzed around and figured out the web-gallery function on photoshop and read a book.

Saturday - some grocery shopping, cooking, color commentary on the creepy dark storyline in the latest Scooby Doo movies, and a rave with Ernie, Paris, Fuzzy Mike, & Racer Mike. The music was eh…and I have decided to be a squeaky clean well behaved girl for a while. Still, oddness, I got more action than anyone else there, as I got picked up on by a very nice, cute, but e-ed out Korean boy. Go figure. I tend not to take too seriusly the flirtation attempts of those under the influence, ya know? Still, if he manages to remember my email addy & jot me a note, I’ll keep ya posted. And oh yeah, he’s got a gay roommate so maybe Ernie & I can double date. Weird concept, no? But somehow so right. The rest of the folks crashed out by 3. I wound up playing SSX Tricky until 9 AM. Sick, I know. I swear I wasn’t on any drugs. But after a huge coffee and a can of “Rockstar” at 10 at night, I was physically and mentally incapable of winding down.

The first words I woke up to, this morning?
Ernie screaming out on the phone to his pal Lil “NO, I DON”T SHAVE MY ASS…WHAT THE HELL KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT”. To say the least, that wasn’t the most lovely image to wake up to. Raver Mike (yes, yet another Mike, ask Ernie about how many Mike’s he knows and how come Fuzzy is the only one who he hasn’t made out with. Yet.) swung by as well. Immediately following that were a flurry of phone calls from the Guerilla Queer Bar folks of San Jose who insisted that our crew join them in Berkeley for a rally to protest some right wing thing. *What?* Uh…k, onward, ho.

The rally, was all that is gloriously wacked as all shit about Berkeley.
- A rocking marching band
- Naked. Fat. Elvis.
- Color guard redhead hotties and topless dudes sashaying up to folks and on top of a roof
- Mateo womping along on a megaphone
- Street hardened kids who spout off with *no* provocation their opinions about libertarian political dogma & ideology
- Drugged out, homeless carrying signs that say “Bush will fuck your kids in the ass”
- Over a hundred gay men in full force wearing red, white and blue.
- One in particular prancing about in his briefs,
- A woman who looked like the quintessential PTA soccer mom running through the crowd with flags
- Soccer Mom was later overheard shouting out “I need a beer”

And oh, lots more. I was thrilled beyond belief when a cute redhead color guard gal made a beeline straight for me and started freaking my leg. Delight oh my soul. God bless America. Now I get it. I really really get it. *THIS* is what my parents slaved and scrimped for so that we could immigrate to the states.

Some pix today.
Me & the hot redhead.