Deacon Frost

You can call me what you want...call me a slut, call me a jaded pill...

You know, in a earlier entry, I said my new roommate was
going to force me into more social situations...well, I was
right about that. Of course, I also said we weren't
shacking up or anything, I was totally wrong about that.

It's not that it isn't great or anything, I just always get
nervous being in relationships, for fear I might royally
fuck things up, like I usually do.

And, to top off everything, it's Friday the thirteenth,
Kathy's on a plane to Panama (don't ask), and Star Trek:
Nemesis is out today. Yeah, that's right. Four long years
I've waited for a new Star Trek movie, and I am super
pumped. I've even got a little group of geeks from work
who are gonna get together with me to see the movie.

The pimp still isn't out of the shop, though it is slowly
costing me more and more money. I just have to keep
telling myself "I really want this fucking thing."

Work's been blowing aardvark balls still. I had to work
last weekend, and have already gotten the invite for this
weekend. Of course, "invite" is just a polite term for
telling me I have to be there, but whatever. The company
Christmas party is next Thursday, and thank the goddesses I
have an excuse this year so I don't have to attend that
crapfest.