A friend of Steve's sold me a modem today for $20. It isn't the fastest thing in the world but then again neither is my computer at home (a beastly 133mHz tower). I remember buying this machine for $100 about a year and a half ago from one of ChI's ex boyfriends. She always used to joke that it was the best thing anyone ever got out of that relationship. Puns would run along the lines of, "If only his processor was as fast" or "If only he were as hot and heavy" or "If only he stayed as hard as the computer did".

So now, with a shared account with Steve, I am online. If anything it just means I'll be able to write a little more frequently in this journal. I don't spend much time at home anyway these days.

I got a call back from a place downtown about daytime work. I'm not entirely sure what I'd be doing - this place manages everything from hotels to restaurants to office buildings. I get the feeling they need either a bartender or a cook for one of their hotels. When I went in for an interview they asked me all sorts of questions about my experience in the kitchen or with people out in the 'serving area'. I should hear by tomorrow afternoon whether I got the job or not. I'm nearly positive it's just part time.

In other news, I haven't seen singer-girl around at all since Tuesday. I gave her my phone number and thought she'd at least call but I heard nothing. It's funny how when a girl pays little to no attention to my interest or attempts at friendliness I just get more and more interested in her. I cannot stop thinking about her and it's driving me up the wall! I'm obsessed, and I blame this warm springlike weather entirely.

I have this image of her, standing near a streetlight in her skirt and black stockings - sneering at me. Wave after wave of impulse comes over me, I just want to lean into her and kiss her - feeling the warmth of her lips against mine for a divine second. Just one kiss to seal a truce between us, one kiss to cement this attraction, to make her pull me into her. I feel her hands reach around my back as this unexpected kiss continues, my shoulderblades tingle and loosen as her fingers run up my back. I fall into her, eyes closed, pressing her against the streetlight urgently. She kisses my neck and the world dissolves into a puddle as our are pressed together tightly. I feel her moving against me - tiny little apprehensive thrusts - as if she's not sure whether this is right but can't stop. Sucking my earlobe into her mouth she bites it and pushes me away. I stand, confused. She smirks.

"See you around Dean...." She says as she smiles and walks away.

Now that's beautiful.

Dean