It’s Friday and I think I did jinx myself and not only that, I was thisclose to being an idiot. The jinx part first. Today was the slowest day of work so far and I jinxed it yesterday by writing about how fast the days go flying by. I knew that might happen when I was writing it but I did it anyway. Tempting fate? Perhaps. The idiot part was the fact that the washing machine that I do my laundry in, located in the kitchen has been behaving oddly. I thought the machine was on it’s last legs and I dreaded asking the invisible man of a landlord about it.

The thing is, when I moved in here 5 years ago the invisible man of a landlord wanted to jack up my rent $100 for the washing machine. I said no thanks, he can take it. I really didn’t use the machine for months until Pedro hipped me to the fact that the landlord was never going to take it away. So with Pedro’s backing me up (he’d beat up the landlord if I asked him to) I have been using it almost every weekend. Like I said it’s been acting up so I asked Julio if he knew anything about washing machines since Julio knows most things about everything and if he doesn’t, he acts like he does. It’s all part of his charm.

And charmingly enough, Julio said, ‘Maybe it’s your power strip.’ So after days of forgetting about the power strip I remembered to buy one on the way home. I asked the cute guy in the hardware store where the power strips were and he pointed to his amply packed crotch. “I got a nice power strip here for you, long and hard. Ready for some good pluggin’. Are you down with that?” How could I say no? Well there was nothing really to say because it didn’t really happen. He did ask again for what I was looking for, and I told him a power strip for plugging things in. He thought I meant a wall stripper, whatever that was. Heavens no. He himself could’ve made some money being a stripper though.

I came home a little while ago and decided to start on the laundry and sure enough Julio is a genius. The old power strip was kaput after all. That Julio can be brilliant sometimes. And other times? Well I’m not going there right now, but I am giving credit where credit is due. I chatted briefly online with yet another Latin named friend, Juan yesterday, letting him know that the Bjork tickets came in finally. We’re going to see her at Radio City next Wednesday, but we’re not sitting together. I was only able to get good seats individually, not together. So not together, we’re sitting on opposite sides of the orchestra. I’m looking forward to that. A week after that it’s Arcade Fire with brother Frank, where we will be sitting together, in decent seats on the first mezzanine.

Work was interesting today at least, though like I said, dreadfully slow. Tom Chin was better today, not the high strung thing he was yesterday. As I left with Vivek, I told him in the elevator that I like working there. He told me he thought it was great having me there, longingly caressing the his amply packed crotch. No wait. Too much xtube I guess. Slamming me against the elevator wall and forcing his tongue down my throat…oops! He really did say that it was great having me there and I was doing better than expected which is weird since, between you and me, I’m still trying to figure it all out. Could it be while fumbling about in the dark, I’m impressing them? It must be my edible crotchless panties.

Happy Birthday Song. 34 Years Young.

soldier story link
http://brilliantatbreakfast.blogspot.com/2007/04/from-angry-soldier.html