the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.



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7:59 p.m. + 2004-06-01 = we sat where Roseanne Barr: Comedian once sat.

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i'm assuming it was date. all idiomatic clichs concerning what happens when one "assumes" aside, and i'm still assuming it was a date.

i certainly didnot intend to be on date; it just happened.

but how, dear mattson, do you know it was a date? um, i don't. but evidence in favour of classifying interaction as a date: ate a Pepito's with another of the XYchromo-club. received mixedtape* at commencement. and he owes me [at least] two beers--one for compensation and the rest as his portion of barter-agreement for mattson suite no. 13, a.k.a. "happy&broken."

([which reminds me...] that's how this all came about: a random friendster message requesting my album and friendstership.)

anyway... so... uh... yeah. i'm assuming it was a date. and just when i got wickedly comfortable attending cinematic monstrosities (such as NewYorkMinute and theDayAfterTomorrow) alone [and might i add: midday in large shopping mall cineplexes], an out-of-leftfield episode complete with, "well, maybe this pond isn't COMPLETELY exhausted of fish," and "what is the most appropriate amount of time that i should wait before texting/calling?"

and as i was watching sex in the city season 6, pondering these ponderments, i began to scribe the textmessage on sylvia [name of sleek new phone. (have i mentioned that i've acquired new phone? she's sm. she's bl. she's Sylvia and rings to the GoGo's "we got the beat.")], nearly pushing SEND when that catchy chorus chimed in... "wegotthebeat, We got the beat, We got the beat.... YEAH!" ...and it was the assumed date.

so yeah... i'm assuming i went on a date. it might not have been. it'd be alright either way. [cos afterall, i have become quite excelled in the language of loner-movie-going.][[but then again, i haven't had that enjoyable nervous-fretting-over-when-to-call feeling in god-only-knows-how-long.]]

and i say all this knowing fulldamnwell that the assumed date may be reading this. as he has clearly done his research. And, not to mention, has left a comment upon my photo diary, of which the address is in same box of information on friendster page as the address of here.

so it might have- or possibly- or should have- [[oh. i must interrupt for a moment... i just wrote "might of" and "should of" instead of mighthave and shouldhave... DAMN THIS SOUNDING-OF-OUT!!!]] been a date. i'm assuming it was.

hmmm... or maybe i should be "presuming"... i think the consequences of re-prefixed "suming" are not nearly as grave.

*mixtape: it pains me to say "mixCD." seriously. all collections of songs by various artists upon some sort of audio medium are henceforth dubbed [um, no pun intended], "mixtapes." cos it just sounds better.

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