Das Updaten

Posted by Rev. Mitcz

June 14, 2002

I figure I need to update now, since I’m sure this weekend will have quite a bit worth writing LJs about.

So… here comes a shock to the world.
Well, a shock to prolly some people.
Okay, Champagne mostly. Here it goes..

I spent Saturday night hanging out with..
Nautica.

Nautica is my ex g/f for those of you who don’t know. The reason why I’ve never even sampled that "Nautica" cologne, snear mentally at "Nautica" shirts and b/c since before I met her, I thought of Sandra Bullock - the reason why I’ve ordered any Bullock movie playing within earshot of me to be turned off. So, why - you might ask - did I hang out with her for a whole night and piss off my g/f in the process? Well… I’ll explain.

About 2-3 weeks ago now, I was sitting at work, bored out of my skull, searching for new projects to do, unfinished work, etc. and lo and behold - yahoo messenger alerted me that a "buddy" had gone online. "(Nautica’s YM name) is online". I forgot that I’d never taken the time to delete her from YM. I hadn’t seen her online in months, or.. I had, but I’d never thought to say anything. This time wouldn’t have been different, but I had an idea.

I looked on LJ to see if she’d put her old LJ back online. She hadn’t. I thought "maybe she deleted that one, and started a new one up under her usual online handle" — which, to my surprise, she had. The entry I came across was her recent news that she’d had an STD test of which (I am very happy to say) came up negative on all counts. I thought she deserved a little congrats - so I posted a comment in her LJ, saying "hey… good news for both of us, glad to see everything’s going okay w/you".

She e-mailed me shortly after that, while I was still at work. She’d never expected to hear from me again, I imagine. She just asked what I was up to, etc. - the usual. I sent back an equally boring "what’s up" e-mail and that was it, pretty much. I told her that I found the journal out of curiousity after seeing her go online. She added me as a friend to her YM (b/c she, unlike my weird-ass, had the foresight all these months ago to delete me) while I was on my way home from work. When I got home, she sent another e-mail saying that she tried to add me as a buddy, but I went offline immediately afterwards and assumed I wanted nothing to do with her so she deleted me right away.

I sent back an e-mail saying "no, I guess you must’ve added me as I was leaving work — feel free to add me, and IM me sometime if you so desire". To be honest, I thought I’d only get a quick "hey. how ya doin" convo out of her within the next week and that would be all she wrote (no pun intended).

Turns out she had a lot to say, none of which I can specifically remember at this point. Seems she wanted to apologize for some things, explain some shit, just… kiss and make-up basically. Without the kissing, that is. Turns out that, since Celina would be having a bachelorette party here at the house on Saturday, I would need to make myself scarce for awhile. My original plan was just to take myself out on the town for the duration of the party. But, now I was curious — I now had a chance to find out, after all these months, what the fuck was going on with her and in her life while we were together. Anyone who knows me knows I can’t pass down a good story — much less an opportunity to get closure on anything.

So, it was agreed… we’d hang out while Celina and friends partied.

If I were to write about the whole night, this entry would be like 20 pages long and be even more boring than it already is ;) But, suffice it to say that we played some really shitty pool (I don’t think I’ve ever played so badly… between her and I it was like 10 mins. before the first ball went in — Once, I even hit the cue ball OVER the ball I was aiming for and sunk the cue ball in the corner pocket), then went for coffee, then we just went driving all over riverside. There was a lot to catch up on, a lot of questions to be answered. I think we hung out from around 7pm until about 2am. I called Celina at 1am, as I was told the party would likely last until around 1, and told her I’d be home in an hour. She’s still pissed about that. (shhh… don’t tell anyone, she doesn’t like to admit when she’s jealous).

Anywho… I feel good about everything now. I got some serious closure, I understand a lot more about what went on, and I can safely move about the country without worrying that all women save for Celina are heartless bitches. Okay, I definitely had (and, still have) my faults too. ANd, we talked about those too, but it’s all good now.

Or, rather, it would be all good. Celina’s panties are all up in a bunch about her friend’s wedding tomorrow. She’s making this huge stressed-out deal about it. Just freaking about everything, saying that weddings, for women, are (and I quote) "just like prom". I never went to prom. I hated prom, and all those fuckin’ prom women. Oh, but I did get laid that night anyway - so the festivities were still valid. She’s been saying that if that were the case, I shouldn’t go - but I feel like I should support her in her ventures, and I want to be there with her, and laugh and smile w/her.

Besides, the idea of leaving my hot Latina girlfriend around a bunch of scavaging chicks who just watched their good friend do what they’ve been dreaming of doing since they learned to wipe themselves, and single guys were told "this is a great place to find your special someone", while alcohol flows like water around her, and everyone telling Celina how silly she is to be dating a guy like me "who’s just gonna up and leave you in less than a month! have fun for christ’s sake!" … that just doesn’t sound like a good idea.

Still, I’m just worried that she’s gonna freak out on me the whole time and worry about everything too much to enjoy it. That could be a really volatile mix if she gets some alcohol in her.

God save my undying soul.

Speaking of God..

American Bishops Allow Abusive Clergy to Remain in Priesthood

Catholic bishops at a conference in Dallas today adopted a
policy that will allow sexually abusive clergy to remain in
the priesthood, but will bar them from having face-to-face
contact with parishioners.
Read More: http://www.nytimes.com/?8na

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SHIT??
How could an intelligent, good person, stand behind ANYONE or ANY ORGANIZATION that would do that? God is dead, you little bitches. And, while he lie in his grave - your overpaid, overnourished parishioners are fucking his precious children in the ass.

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