Faux Meat

Well its 10:14 PM and I'm eating a chic-pea burger. Not sure how I feel about it. Kind of dense. Not a lot of juice to it, but nothing compares to real cow flesh does it? Bruce and KT came over today (Bruce and I had band practice) and we made polenta. Its kind of like masa harina, but more like corn gritz to the average person. Anyway, its not quite as healthy as it sounds. He just had to buy whole milk to keep it all together, mixed with some butter and a dash of onions. It was quite tasty, but I think my heart is screaming. Oh well. Life is short, go fuck yourself.

Mike came by the Coop yesterday to give me a copy of "Always Afraid," the movie I star in. I havn't had time to watch it yet, but it must be amazing, considering my sexy body is gracing the screen. I helped Mike write the screenplay and we shot it a couple of months ago with a kid named Ryan, who was my fictitous gay partner. I guess Mike just finished editing it. I wanted to call it "Prison Society," but I guess that name wasn't hollywood enough for him. Haha. Well I hope he shows its at Castleton State College in the upcoming semester. That way I will be engrained in their minds forever!

The apartment search is just as slow as the job search was. I'm pretty sure, Robyn McGuire, the field director for Vermont Freedom To Marry is returning to work tomorrow and I'm probably going to be hearing some details from her. I'm not sure what they have in store for me, but its pretty clear that I don't have a concrete place to stay yet. I'm thinking of checking in with that Marla girl. She was wicked cool, the apartment had great proximity to downtown Burlington and it was the cheapest of them all. My mom and I went to check out a ranch house near highe ground that had a cheap room for rent. It was a quiet residential area and the gy Greg who is living there seemed wicked chill. I guess thats an option. I found a couple more peeps to email today. One place on Pine street. Still within walking distance to downtown. Thats basically what I'm looking for.

My dad is so fucking crazy. I think he has a lot of insecurities, because he obcesses over keeping things clean and orderly. If I misplace one fucking spoon, I swear the mood of this house goes down tenfold. I guess thats a clear indication thats it time to move out. But he seems to have become more crotchedy over the years. I don't know what it is, but nothing is good enough for him and he rarely admits to his own mistakes. Its too bad, because not everybody does things his way. Its called cooperation. I guess he's given up on that. It just sucks, because he works all day and then comes home and goes off on somebody for leaving a fucking soda can open somehwere. I mean come on, we're not fucking slobs (well my sister is....well her room is).

I don't have much else to say. Although these phone calls are a bit tiresome for work. There are times I feel like a telemarketer, but at least I'm not actually selling anything. Its for equal rights and I think people need to be bothered when it comes to that.

Oh yeah, while Troy, Bruce and I were practicing today, somebody sent in a noise complaint and sent a fucking pig over to the place. I guess we'll try practicing in the basement next time. But seriously, we've played in there so many times before and this hasn't happened before. Fuck people. I guess there is a Rutland City ordinance that says there can't be any loud noise ever...all day. Fuck this place. That gives me an even better excuse to move to Burlington. Every ounce of creativity and expression is suppressed here. A couple of years ago I put a bunch of flyers up and I got a call from the police saying I had to take them down or pay a $900 fine. Thats such an eroneous number. They must have had to balance the budget or something. Well anyways, if you go to Burlington the culture is vibrant and full of energy. There is always stuff happening and there is ALWAYS people everywhere. Not to mention and abundance of flyers about anything and everything you ever needed to know about. FUCK RUTLAND, VT. DO NOT MOVE HERE. YOU WILL BE SORRY.