As I was leaving Catherine's the other day, I was about to pull onto Westheimer when something caught my eye. Behind the porn store, on the corner of Westheimer, and Fairview, there was a transvestite with his pants down, still wearing underwear, and two guys were staring at the tran's crotch. Then, I turned onto Westheimer and on my right there was a middle-aged woman riding a Segway scooter, waiting to cross the street. You have to love Montrose.
Last night, I hung out with Carrie, who I hadn't seen since my visit to Texas in May '04. She still looks good. Her friend Sarah came with us. It was good to see the beach and water again. We had drinks and then went back to Webster (20 miles south of Houston). Carrie and I went back to her apartment and made out. Things progressed and we ended up make a shawl. Hot stuff. Well, there wasn't a shawl, but good times were had.
I'm exhausted, waiting for my laundry to dry. Tomorrow, I have an interview and then work some temp job from 4-10pm in the Galleria area.
I went to church tonight. It was completely in Spanish, which wasn't bad, except for being unable to understand what was being said. Other than that, it was nice.
Oh, and I think I'm getting (or already have gotten) laryngitis (or however you spell it). My throat hurts and my voice is all fucked up. Fucked up like a mug, as my friend Joel would say.
Good God, I'm tired.
I say "curses!" a lot. I wouldn't say it's the coolest thing I could say. When I say "a lot," I don't mean like many times a day. I just mean I say it way too much, which I guess would be more than zero.