I had fun with recoiling at pride, even if it was a bit colder and rainier and windier than I would have liked. It's been an odd June weatherwise. Most of the candy thrown from the floats fell in the puddles, but the people passing out sunscreen and fans were hilarious. Obviously the event was planned in anticipation of a warmer day.

Every year the corporate side of pride gets more and more blatant. Near the beginning of the parade was a loud and obnoxious Delta Airlines float. Its booming stereo, by far louder than anything else in the parade, literally made me nauseous. I couldn't decided if I though the bad placement of the Stolichnaya float directly in front of the "Sober and Proud" group was amusing or disturbing.

All in all, though, I had a good time and enjoyed being there. While the weather wasn't wonderful, it was still a nice change from the normal swelter Pride is usually held in and groups like the Stonewall Warriors still counterbalance the corporateness to a degree. And of course, the Dykes on Bikes were kick ass.

I had a good Christmas with purpleglitter. "Santa" brought me all several exciting things including a cane and a viola. Many people have been suggesting I get a cane for many months now, and the one I got yesterday is quite stylish and has two secret compartments, one containing a brandy vial which I will use to keep some sort of concentrated energy drink from the Reliable Market and the other containing a built in compass which I can store a small pillbox for meds above. I am, however, most excited about the viola. Ever since I tried my hand at purpleglitter's violin, I've felt a calling to play the viola. For now I will learn the techniques, but I want to eventually play unscripted as I do on the piano/keyboard.

We had sparkling lemon Italian soda and sparkling cranberry juice and watched a Christmas Story on the television and yibber yabbed for hours. I also talked to a great many people on the phone, including my paternal grandfather whom I haven't talked to in years.

I made a huge dinner that purpleglitter thoughtly enjoyed. We started out with a salad with chards of many colours topped with shiitake mushroom and sesame vinaigrette and move on to mushroom turnovers, pesto-stuffed tortellini with vodka sauce topped with provolone, fontina, and kasseri cheeses baked to a golden brown, and roasted corn all followed by key lime pie for dessert. Decidedly decadent compared to our normal fare.

I'm very thankful I got to spend and enjoy yesterday with purpleglitter, she is my favorite piece of string.

I'm going to parties tonight and tomorrow. Both are going to have much alcohol. I decided 5 days ago not to drink until my birthday. Now, I'm regretting that decision. I don't think my digestive system has healed enough in this short time to allow me to get drunk without getting sick. And, getting sick at either party would be out of place. I may decide to bend the rules and allow myself one glass of champagne to sparkle in the new year, and one bloody mary tomorrow. I think my stomach and esophagus could handle that. My decision was made for no other reason than my general queasiness. It's not a resolution I need to stick to concretely. I just won't get drunk. It's been tradition for me to get completely wasted two nights a year. My birthday and New Years. Sure there are always other nights I get completely wasted. But those are the two it's usually mandatory to. But, responsible drinking is good, no? I guess I can do that, as boring as it seems from this angle.

My tummy doesn't like this Jeremiah Weed stuff anymore. And it's already told me that it no longer likes cheap wine or cheap vodka. I guess I'm just getting older. My stomach just can't handle what it used to. I think I'm going to switch to Fireball Whiskey. It's more expensive, but I don't drink that much so I think I can handle the extra expense when I do drink. Maybe I should just smoke more pot. However, drinking occasionally is fun, too. Pot, however, does have a mind expanding aspect that alcohol lacks. I think I will try to continue to smoke more pot than I drink. And when I drink I will drink Fireball Whiskey.

The last two days have been a whirlwind. And not in particularly a good way. Will write more on the subject later, but for now, I'm off to buy a bottle of vodka and get trashed.

zarthon took purpleglitter and me out to Rudy's for purpleglitter's birthday dinner. I got Enchiladas Verdes sans the cheese and sour cream.

After dinner, we headed down to the Diesel Café, where we all partook of caffeinated beverages.

After the Diesel, we split up. zarthon went over Stop & Shop to get Lake's cheesecake, and purpleglitter and I went back to purpleglitter's place. Back at purpleglitter's we realized that I didn't have my meds with me. So I took purpleglitter's car back to the house_of_clocks, while purpleglitter stayed at home to wait for zarthon. I was excited about getting to drive, as I don't get to do that much.

I'm now back at purpleglitter's apartment with purpleglitter and zarthon celebrating purpleglitter's birthday with Ketel One madrasses.

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There will be a small party celebrating purpleglitter's birthday at the house_of_clocks 10:00pm Saturday.

Jeremiah Weed is my new drink of choice, at least when I'm buying. It's cheap and strong and doesn't make me ill like the cheap vodka and wines tend to. Bottled in Stamford, Connecticut, it weighs in at 100 proof. It tastes good straight up and complements cheap cigars very well.

Dragonwings are very good. They don't taste alcoholic at all. But very alcoholic are they. Fun fun.

Vodka terrorists from Somergrad have planted bombs in my pot.

Goth dancing is really tae kwon do. The moves are just a little slower. The nightclubs are training camps. They are training goths for the invasion of Somerville!! It will then be renamed Somergrad. Cossack™ Vodka is just the begining! It's a vast and evil conspiracy. It's true I say. It's true! It's true! !

purpleglitter came over last night. Her, merryperseis, and I spent the night drinking V8 Splash and vodka. We had a very good time talking and laughing until we went to sleep around 4:30am.

purpleglitter came over last night. We had cool-aid with vodka in it and sat and talked for many hours. We're planning to go to see riga_mortia together this evening.

My plans got canceled at the last minute last night. purpleglitter was more than happy to come over and hang out with me, and I was more than happy to see her. merryperseis joined us in the playroom where we drank dragonberry wings and played fun writing games.

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Around noon today, merryperseis and I went to the Great Meadow. I'm always amazed at how much the great meadow changes over the seasons: barren in the winter, flooded and mazelike in the spring, lush and overgrown in the summer, and a colorful patchwork in the autumn. The Great Meadow is still very much in summer mode, but will be quickly moving into the painted glory of autumn.

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I was planning to go straight to darkroomman's gathering after the journey thought the Great Meadow, but I missaved the directions to his house. Unfortunately, included in the directions was his phone number. I IMed him, but it was over an hour before he was able to respond. By the time were finally able to leave the house, purpleglitter and I were only able to spend an hour at the gathering.

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I wasn't doing well mentally at all by the time we got back to the house_of_clocks, and since we were running late anyway, purpleglitter and I decided to forgo Glitter Switch. We will try to go next month, providing I'm still living in the Boston area.

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I discovered that I've gotten many voice mail messages that I didn't' know about over the past few days. I've been checking the messages regularly, but somehow didn't hear them. I'm very confused and disorientated about the whole thing. There was a message from the Trauma Center recommending a day program that I could get into. A message from Sara, who I'm very glad to hear isn't mad at me. Several messages from Jude, who I'd thought never called me back. Even more worrisome about the messages from Jude, is that I was home at the times he called.

I must be more switchy than I thought. I'm very worried that this whole phone/message thing is a sign that the floaters are coming out more often. I'm not surprised, as the Central Group has been very unstable recently, and when the Central Group is unstable the floaters have a much easier time taking front.

After much vodka, i do feel slightly better. Unfortunately we had nothing to cut it with, so i had to drink it straight up.

We heard a loud bang in the kitchen. The door to our private food cabinet had fallen off. It falls off it you open it wrong, so that part wasn't a surprise. The surprise was Bebe going through it. When we caught her, she was looking for more beer. Apparently she had just drunken zarthon's beer we keep for him to drink when he comes over. She said "I didn't think anyone would notice, so I guess I'll replace it."

A little later we found an "IOU" she wrote to us because she was busted. I know she has a disease, but I like to drink occasionally, and I like to not have to run out to the liquor store every time I want to, because my roommate has stolen all our alcohol. purpleglitter and I are going to get locks for our rooms, because I don't trust her not to go through our rooms looking for alcohol. I want to give her a list of what we know she's stollen and not replaced since she moved in: 1 bottle of vodka, 2 bottles of wine (not the cheep shit she gave us to replace the other wine she stole), 1 bottle of Harpoon, 3 bottles of Red Hook.

Woke up and walked into the hallway. I was greeted by a strong draft of alcoholic fumes. Bebe was back.

It turns out that due to a clerical error, Bebe lost her bed at rehab after just 5 days. Not long enough for her to clean up completely. The good news is she's trying to get into a 28 day program. I'm happy she's trying, that's all anyone can do. It's a onerous demon she's dealing with.

I'm worried that Bebe got drunk off the vodka I had left on our shelf in the kitchen. I thought it safe for it to be there as I was sure she was going to be in rehab another week. It seems an obvious error in retrospect. The level of the vodka seems to me to be quite lower, but I'm not sure enough of it to raise the issue. And even if I was sure of it, I don't know if it would be worth it to rock the boat while interroommate relations are doing so well. However I do find a fine line between Bebe dealing with her demon and her demon stealing from me.

The biggest problem with Bebe, is she's so nice face-to-face. It's really hard to be mad at her while I'm actually talking to her. I just get the feeling I don't want to be mean. It makes it that much harder to complain about the vodka and the wine and her hogging of the telephone. I'm going to give her some more time.

There are other things I like about Bebe: She like Diamanda Galás, she's mostly vegetarian (she eats fish), she gets along with the cats, she's very cleanly, she's not freaked out by all my weirdnesses. She's not all bad.

I've had really bad roommates in the past. Roommates like Teddy who, after I got a restraining order against him, I found out had stabbed not one... not two... not three... but four of his ex-roommates. In addition to that he had two other restraining orders against him: one for beating his ex-wife over the head with a rocking chair, and the other from some guy who Teddy bought a used tv from at a yard sale.

Or roommates like Shawn, who ended up whoring himself for heroin and crystal meth out of the house. After he moved out for quite some time we got threatening calls from both drug dealers he ripped off and angry guys who's boyfriends Shawn gave crabs and/or syphilis to.

Compared to them, Bebe is from heaven. I'm afraid to rock the boat, and end up with another Teddy or Shawn.

The biggest worry I have right now about Bebe, is that she's lost her job and isn't looking for a new one. She just sits at home all day, drinking and talking on the phone. She paid her for this month by signing over a Christmas gift check from her brother. And with the amount of time she spends on the phone, I'm also worried about getting stuck with a huge phone bill. I know I'm probably being a bit paranoid, but this wouldn't be the first time I've gotten stuck with bills. All I can do right now is just wait and hope for the best.

A note about the wine Bebe gave us to replace the wine of ours she stole. (btw - this in addition to the vodka she stole and never replaced.) The wine she gave us is the cheapest, most disgusting wine I've ever tasted, and no way comes close to replacing the three bottles a fine wine a good friend gave us. I'm this close to asking her to move out. I know it would be a hassle, but I'm getting down to the last straw with her.

Bebe asked me to see my website. I said okay, then went into the playroom and quickly marked all my entries regarding her as "friends only", as I have a link to my LiveJournal from my website.

After I made the changes, I invited her in and showed her my site. I quickly noticed she was completely drunk. Not only was she a bit wobbly coming into the room, she reeked of alcohol. I don't mean to judge, but I think 9 in the morning is a bit early. This really shouldn't come as much as a surprise after the vodka incident. She spends most of her time locked away in her room, and I imagine she spends most of it drunk.

As she stumbled around my website, I noticed that she had problems clicking on the links, because she couldn't coordinate her hand movements accurately enough. I doubt she'll even remember where my site is.

On her way out of the playroom, for good measure, she fell over, crashing into the clutter that has accumulated since the evacuation of the big room.