March 5th, 2007

Trois Ans

Rome Girl and I realized yesterday that it was the third anniversary of her first trip to Montpellier and the first time we saw each other naked.

We'd been talking online for a few months before that, so it wasn't exactly the first time we'd met and I'd had to go back on Paxil a week before (which made my dick not work) so it wasn't the first time we fucked.

It was the first time I kissed her. The first time I smelled her. The first time I just looked into her eyes and was happy. The first time I played with her tits. The first time I put my face between her legs and made her cum. The first time I realized that this was a woman I did not want to let get away.

We had fun. It was sort of a comedy of errors. She said that the paxil made me so spacy all day she didn't feel like she was really talking to me until around 8 p.m. when the paxil wore off. The second to last night she was here we were making out in a storefront after dinner and somehow she lost her wallet - and had to cancel all her credit cards - so I got to feel like I was taking care of her for the rest of the trip.

I remember kissing her the morning she left, at the train station, hoping she'd come back.

And, she did.

The Waiting Is The Hardest Part

Tomorrow was supposed to be the final release date for Chinese Democracy.

But, last week Axl Rose released this statement:

All of the recording for the album has been completed - the album is being mixed right now.
Usually after that, the process would follow with mastering the mixes,
cd design, a lot of promotion and preparations for the release.
Hopefully all the business stuff won't take too long, and the album will be available...
(here comes the magic word......)


I'm starting to think he's actually waiting for democracy to come to China.

The Number Of The Beast

I'm about two thirds of the way through Patricia Highsmith's collection of short stories, The Animal Lovers Guide To Beastly Murder - and it's the funniest thing I've read since Glamorama.

Each story is told from the point of view of an animal who for some reason or another has to live among humans - who are always refered to as "the bipeds."

The title is a bit of a misnomer - in most of the stories the bidpeds get killed, but not in all.

So far the funniest story is told from the point of view of a cockroach who lives in hotel in downtown New York that was once very ritzy but has since become a place rented out by hookers and drug addicts by the hour.

The roach sits around reading Kafka and complaining about how dirty and unhygenic the bipeds are and lamenting the days when respectable bipeds stayed in the rooms.

Another story, called "The Bravest Rat In Venice", has a wonderful scene where the rat and some of his pidgeon friends are astounded when they find Piazza St. Marco and the bipeds - who up until then have chased them away or tried to poison them - are suddenly throwing grain the ground for them to eat and trying to take their pictures.

It's an awesome book and if you ever find an old copy kicking around, I suggest you buy it.