Damn you, Peter Jackson, for your self-indulgent three-hour jack-off that is King Kong. Couldn’t someone have smacked him upside his head a few times with an editor? Sheesh!
I had gone out to meet my friend, Kelly, to braid our hair and talk about boys. We met at BearBears, had a late lunch at Welcome Home, then headed over to Best Buy to look at laptop computers for him, but finding nothing exciting there, decided to go have a couple of beers at the Lone Star Saloon before heading to the Metreon to see the movie.
I got home and was planning on doing a little dishing with Kevin, but as we know circumstances changed when he told me about Bob’s freak accident and death. Life is so short and precious, and terrible events like this only serve to emphasize that shortness and preciousness. My heart is heavy with grief for Jonathan, Bob’s son, and for Joe, his partner, as well as Kevin and Steve, who were the other two men in Bob’s life.
Today, I’m supposed to lunch with 
stripedtiger.
drained
calm
curious