Jackie.
Hey there, how’s it going? I figure a letter’s an original idea, considering the Sunday chats. So I’ve been living I suppose. I know I wasn’t overly enthused on the phone the other day, family matters have been cluttering my mind lately. They’ll resolve themselves over time, as with everything. Work has been so painfully slow. We expanded to prepare for an alleged influx of new business, and now that we have, the new business isn’t quite here yet. Makes for many boring days of re-cleaning my video library and writing long letters. (See the implication?)
I’m so glad to hear that your band is doing well. Jealous? Not me. Really. Truly. (Damn Damn Damn.) That’s great. And, at least in my humble opinion, it wouldn’t be so horrible to waitress or find a what-not job for now. If the band really is getting busier, then maybe it’ll be worth it to have your hands free. Are there any temp agencies that you could work at more or less permanently? I know in San Fran. so many people use it to supplement a freelance income and it leaves your schedule pretty free
uflexible. If I go back to school it’ll be the temp road for me. No doubt at all. Who knows? Maybe Jen and I will have to have a reunion/cd release party in your honor.
Ok. I need some positive reassurance for this one. I joined a gym yesterday. (My god I’m turning into a yuppie.) I don’t believe it. On the other hand, it’s better than sitting around, and I don’t get that daily recreation of the stroll to Grampy’s. Anyway, they teach boxing there. so I signed up for this class in boxing. I’m psyched. Over my lunch break I get to punch people. Seems like a good solution to me. The gym is right next to our building, on this little alley called Hotaling. Mr Hotaling was a distiller, who had the largest and oldest liquor repositiry on the west coast until about fifty years ago. We just moved into the distillery. We moved out of the oldest brothel in the city. I don’t know what that says about us. Except that we seem to have our bases covered. So at any rate, the alley is supposed to be some historic site, as it was the only place that didn’t burn in the 1909(?) earthquake. All the churches in the city burned to the ground, but the distillery remains standing to this day. So there you are: some SF trivia for you. There’s also this exclusive secret society thing going on across the alley. All these rich folk (Danielle Steele and J Paul Getty for example) mange there over lunch and dinner. They never say anything to each other when they meet in the door. They always give me these looks, as I slouch back against the brick smoking my cigarette, like I’m some sort of hood. Gee. rgest and oldest liquor reposito
So, update me on your love life. You mentioned him again, this guy you met through your band (?I think?) Still hanging out with him anyway? I’ve had plenty of episodes, none of which have been satisfying. Sexually or otherwise. Still dating that LA boy, who is wonderful and perfect and I should be really content and planning my future with him, but unfortunately, I’ve never felt the uncontrollable urge to rip his clothes off in public, an urge I would like to have in a long term relationship. I think it would be nice. I had a run-in with my roommate’s best friend, which I might have mentioned, but that was drunk and clumsy. And, I’ve been sort-of kind-of seeing my best friend, which isn’t good, though he’s a hottie and he’s great, it puts a wierd vibe into our relationship. There’s the low down.
At any rate, Berkeley’s application is daunting to say the least. It took me like five hours to shuffle through all of it, then print it, off the net. (How high tech.) I’ve already missed the financial aid deadline for the fall of 1998. believe it or not. I can’t. I’m going to apply anyway and if I have to wait until next year I can. I probably won’t get in on my first try, so there it is…
What do you think about going to see Rent when I visit? have you seen that yet? I’m calling to get info anyway, and it could be fun….Ok. I’m done babbling. I’ll talk to you soon and until then take care. Much love and all that stuff. Keep me posted on the band stuff and don’t go on your european tour without calling to say goodbye. Ok. Must go to the gym. More soon. Kiss kiss.