Frustrated Really

One of these days I will be good about posting to my personal blog. Who would’ve thought it would be difficult to write about the Dodgers on a daily basis, especially after the other Dodger’s writer who was supposed to alternate with me just dropped out of existence. Pfft. Anyhow, so last night we had an LAist BBQ and one of the writers brought her boyfriend. So we’re chatting it up and he is a math geek! He teaches calculus at Harvard-Westlake High, and (this is the kicker) he got a tattoo of a calculus problem on his arm! How fucking hot it that? So I’m mingling, and the subject of music comes up. Well you knows me and my music. So I start talking about industrial music, and he says that he was a big rivethead as well! *sigh* Now why can’t I meet one fucking fag who can do that? So color me frustrated. I really had to get that off of my chest so I could go on with my day. Merci Beaucoup.