Hubris

Friday, January 14th, 2000

Three of my friends in three different cities ate KFC yesterday. I imagine they all regretted it later. I know for sure one of them did. When are you people going to learn? Don’t give in to the colonel, maaaaan! It may smell good, but it’s only going to do you harm.

Yesterday afternoon, I finally got my shit together and went to the AA to get my new licence. Of course, I’d walked out the door and got into my car before I realised that they’d be taking my picture, and I hadn’t combed my hair, and was faceless (shock horror!). Oh well. I don’t think there’s any point in trying to look good in things you have no control over anyways. Basically, I like the photos of me I post to my website, and that’s all any of you should be looking at. Unless, of course, you see me lots in real life, in which case all you’ll see will be my pajamas.

But once again, I am digressing. I had to que for like an hour at the AA, but I finally got it done, and they didn’t blink at the fact that I was supposed to get it done a couple of months ago. I also paid for my car insurance, AND even bought a mapbook for Auckland. The map was a stroke of sheer brilliance on my part, cos it’s a good map, and it was real easy for me to figure out how to get to James Mcglin’s house using it. I burnt my hands on my steering wheel, coming back from the AA. It was very sunny, and the wheel is black, you see. They hurt for like an hour, but didn’t actually blister. I think I have too sensitive hands. I like them soft, but that’s just ridiculous.

Anyways, in the evening after Shortland Street (yeah, like I’d leave the house before 7.30pm on a week night, unless it’s a Tuesday in which case I wouldn’t leave before 8.30pm) I drove with Thomas and Andrew Connell out to the Shore (scaaaary) for James’s 20th birthday party. I was kinda tired and sober, and hadn’t met ANYONE there before, so that was kinda a trifle awkward. I did meet Moira though, which was cool. A couple of James’s friends told me that they’d seen my website, but wasn’t sure if it was mine or Moira’s, until I said that mine was the one with the Breast thing. And then they instantly knew me. Hmmm, ever think that maybe something’s gone waaaaaaay beyond the joke it started out as?

Like I said, I was pretty darn tired and feeling sulky and stuff, so I left around 10.30pm, came home and geeked. Then around half past one in the morning, when I was in my pjs and just about to go to bed, Thomas rang to say he was feeling sick, and could I come and get him please? Sure, why not? So I went back out to the shore again, stopping to change out of my pjs, because there’s a limit, and if I was going to be stopped and breathtested or something, I’d rather not be doing it in my pjs. I wish the tape player in my car worked. I mean, I love Macy Grey, but there’s a lot of shite on the radio that I don’t love. Plus, when you don’t have a digital tuner, it’s not really a good idea to try and change stations while you’re driving.