August 05, 2003 - 7:47 p.m.

It would appear the procrastination has reached an all time high. I am moving in eleven days, and have not packed a goddamn thing. Instead, I have chosen the past few days to do other things.

~Read Anne Rice's "Violin"

~Spent abnormal amount of time inspecting the spider veins on legs

~Drank a few hard iced teas and chatted with JLK about how much work I have to do

~Read entire manual regarding health insurance policy I will lose at end of month anyway

~Brought T to gay club with Dan

~Gave self pedicure complete with jewelry stickers

~Fantasized about new life

~Observed pile of clean clothes on bedroom floor and tried to muster enthusiasm enough to put them away

~Found photo albums from college years and spent entire evening laughing about how young we all look in the pictures

~Observed pile of dirty dishes and tried to muster enthusiasm to wash them

~Found Joshua Kadison tape and listened to it over and over again

~Watched "Untamed Heart" (again)

~Cut up old magazines for collage that has been in progress for two years

~Discover magazine clippings to have been spread about apartment

~Still trying to muster enthusiasm to pick up magazine clippings and glue them to the collage

As you can see, I haven't been making a lot of progress. I did today, however, manage to save four boxes from the recycling bin at work as well as purchase a roll of packing tape and a fat Sharpie marker. I think if I break it all down into smaller tasks, and set goals, I just might pull this thing off. If all of my books, photographs, and CD's are packed by Thursday, I will be happy.

On Friday I have an interview with the district manager of a chain pharmacy. I think it will go well. My ultimate goal would be to work there during the day, and wait tables or something at night. I feel I should take every advantage of cheap rent and put away tons of money in the next year.

I heard the most disgusting thing on the radio last night. It was a talk show, and they were interviewing some minister or something from the Episcopal Church. I am not really sure about all the details, I only heard the last 10 minutes or so. I guess the church is trying to find a way to condone same sex marriage to keep the younger population believing that God is Good. And this minister guy was absolutely pissed about it. He raged on and on about the evils of homosexuality, and said that recognizing it as less than that would have "horrific results". He said that normal God fearing people would stop attending church because of it, and church would become nothing more than a hang-out for fags. He did not, but I half expected him to say that AIDS was God's way of wiping out the unclean. I am almost sorry he didn't say it. He would have gotten one hell of a letter from me. I have read the bible several times, both as literature and for it's religious value, and I have not come across the part where God died and made him boss. I am pretty sure that someone else will take care of our judgement, and has little to do with the close minded Episcopal minister guy from the deep South. I believe in the love, baby. If my best friend Dan wants to pound some random guy in the ass on Saturday night, and get up and go to church on Sunday morning, that is his fucking business, and he should be welcome with open arms. It surprises me in this age the church thinks it can deny someone attendance; you think they would ask for any willing body and open pockebook. If for some reason this displeases God, He will deal with it when the time comes. He certainly has not made any special punishments so far, then why has the minister taken to verbal abuse and threats of eternal damnation and hellfire. A person who lives each day with kindness, obeys laws, pays taxes, and all that other good stuff, is worthy of Heaven, regardless of sexuality.

OOOHHH. It just makes me so mad. I cannot stop ranting and raving. Reminds me of something I heard or read years ago, and do not remember which. It was a woman defending a biracial couple. She asked "What color is love?". Love knows no color, no anatomy, no sin. It just is. Maybe I'll write a letter to this guy after all.

Just found remote control for stereo. I was wondering what happened to it.

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