November 3, 1999. Wednesday

 
 
    So...  I thought I had something to write about, but I can't think of it right now. Not that that's any different from what I've been writing for the last few months.  Oh yeah, I went to  that show at the Knitting Factory yesterday. I really went to see Mary Timony from Helium, but that was a disappointment. She played mostly by herself, and only for about half an hour. She's much better with a band. The songs just didn't havemuch to them without her band.  Quasi, the headliner of the show, was surprisingly good though.  A true 2-piece, with a girl on the drums and this burned-out type guy on the keyboard and guitar. The keyboard was really driven though, so it sounded like a distorted guitar and bass all in one.  It sounded like a moog or keyboard that the bands The Rentals or That Dog used.  But I've gotta cut back on my entertainment expenses. That's 3 shows and 3 movies in the last 2 week. Not good.  It's nice to get out too. And Cat Power is playing this saturday. It'll probably be too crowded though, so that'll stop me from going.

    Anyway, Jed was supposed to get here today, but it looks like saturday at the earliest. We are not surprised. Can't wait though. Although it;s looking like next week will be fairly busy.  I'm getting pretty tired of this shit.

    So anyhow, my roommates wanna have a little meeting tonight about the rules when we get our 4th roommate. I guess it'll be a good chance to air out everything that's been annoying me. The most annoying thing to me lately is when the voice any disatisfaction at all about the way the apartment is.  Lemme just say taht if it weren't for me, the day-to-day operation of our place would be nearly impossible.  They really don't do anything for the apartment. I've gotten all the furniture, phones, aswering machine, not to mention shit like bathroom matts, garbage cans, rugs, lights, paper products, etc. etc. etc. And all I ever here is how dirty the place is. Well, you know, it'd be a lot dirtier if I didn't buy little things like soap and dish detergent, and if I didn't re-clean all the dishes they supposedly "wash." I swear, what's so fucking difficult to grasp about the concept of hot water?  Just soaking your disease in a little cold water isn't going to do the trick. No really, it's disgusting. Everything comes out all greasy, and there's all sorts of shit encrusted in the dishes. I guess I should go home now and tell 'em.
Boy, I really missed my little "Aggravations."  It's much more fun than this depressing shit.

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