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Life is only what you wonder.

Friday, January 31, 2003

Deadbeat Club

I stopped in The Quest last night for a quick drink.
I know, I know, I said I wasn't going to be going there that much after work any more. It's kind of a drag when everyone's all dressed to go out with thier hair all nicely done, and you're there in your work uniform, marinara sauce splattered all over your shirt.
But a little voice in my head said "come on Jimmy, Go and have a drink!"
So I did.
I was a great thing, though, because I happened to run into my good friend Mike.
Too cool!
I hadn't seen him in over a year.
So my "quick drink" turned into 3 or 4 while we chatted and talked about our "glory days".
A wonderful surprise!
We exchanged email adresses and I gave him the URL to the Wonder Blog, so we'll have to keep in touch more.

Not looking forward to tonight at work. My restaraunt is doing this all-you-can-eat crab legs on Fridays and Saturdays and I can just imagine: crab shells everywhere and the restaraunt smelling like a fishmarket.
I'm going to keep an open mind, though.

Thursday, January 30, 2003

YAY!

Doom, Doom, Doom! I filled out my taxes yesterday, and amazingly enough, I'm getting a refund this year!
YAY!
It's a rule I have that I don't use my tax refund on silly things like food or rent--I buy something I want, but don't really need. Like CDs, or books, or a new outfit. I didn't get to do that last year, because I owed, which really sucked.

I'm out of sugar (again), so I popped down to Serendipity earlier this morning for a cuppa joe. They have really good coffee there. I would've rather made coffee at home, but the cafe is only 3 blocks away. As lazy as I am, I'm not so lazy that I can't walk 3 blocks!

I did end up going out for Happy Hour yesterday, even though I didn't get everything accomplished that I wanted to. I went to the Hippo, and aside from seeing Bert there, it was uneventful. Almost boring, even.
I had 2 Rolling Rock drafts anf then I went home.
Whoo-Hoo, right?
I'm a party animal.

I'm Coming Out - Part 4
"Livin' on the Edge"

Oh my God!
I had just gotten kicked out of the house! Disowned!
Stunned and dazed and feeling like I was in some some strange nightmare I walked about a half-mile down to the payphone.
It was so cold outside--the beginning of January.
My fingers were nearly frozen as I plunked change into the phone. I was calling my friend Sonja. I really really didn't want to. I hated asking anyone for anything, but I didn't know what else to do at that point.
When she answered, I blurted
"Sonja, it's me Jimmy. I just got thrown out--I don't know where I'm gonna go or what I'm gonna do."

"Where are you?" she asked, and I told her.

"Hold on," she said, "I'll be right there."

I waited about 20 minutes, shivering and smoking one bitter cigarette after another. The shock of what just happened was wearing off, leaving me worried and anxious.
As soon as she pulled over and I got in her car she said "You can stay with us 'til you get on your feet."

Just like that, not asking any questions, or demanding explainations, she was offering me a place to stay.
(For that, and for everything else, Sonja, I can never thank you enough!)
By "us" she meant the others she lived with: Joey, her husband; her mother; and her mother's boyfriend, Ken (who was only a year older than me).
They all lived in a small one bedroom Town and Country apartment. No furniture but a fold-out card table, a wooden chair, a twin-sized bed in the bedroom, and a TV sitting on the living room floor. Half-unpacked boxes and clothes were everywhere.
When we got there I was introduced to her mother and her mother's boyfriend, who I hadn't met before. I felt awkward at first, but there was hugging all around, and I was made to feel very welcome. It was a great feeling.
Sonja gave me some blankets and a pillow and said "I guess the dining room can be your 'bedroom' so set yourself up however you like. I'll get some keys made for you tomorrow."
So I made my 'bed' joined the others in the living room.
They were all sitting on the floor, watching TV, drinking this pink stuff that looked like Pepto-Bismoll. A half-full pitcher of it was sitting on the table.
"Want some?" Joey asked

"I don't know" I answered "What is it?"

"Pink Squirrels!" he answered, pouring me a glass.
So we talked and laughed and drank the pink squirrels and then Joey went and made another pitcher of them.
It felt so good to be among friends and I was able to forget, for a little while at least, that I had just gotten kicked out.
I looked at my world with fresh eyes, and a new hope.
I had absoloutley no idea what was going to happen to me next.
But I knew that someway, somehow, I'd survive.


Part 5 will be Coming Soon

Wednesday, January 29, 2003

Good Hair Day

I just got back from getting my hair done. It's alot shorter on the top than I normally get it.
I didn't even give the stylist instructions, I just said "Give me something new".
I never do that!
Still, it turned out OK, so I'm not complaining.

I have tons of things to do around the house today:

  • laundry
  • cleaning
  • vacuuming
  • cleaning the bathroom --which includes scrubbing out the toilet (ICK!)
  • dishwashing

Still, it has to be done. Like going to the bathroom, you can only avoid it but so long.
Well, the sooner I get started, the sooner I'll get finished.

As a reward, I might just go to Happy Hour today, since it's been awhile.

Who's That Guy?


He's Mr. Gay UK and he's hot!.

Monday, January 27, 2003

Smile On

It's a Happy Day.
(Any day I don't have to work is a Happy Day.)
For some reason the site that's hosting the images for the Wonder Blog seems to be Missing In Action. No images are displaying and when I punched in the URL to investigate it said no such site exists.
WTF?
Still, I'm not going to let it get to me.
Happy Day. Happy Day.
It was dead last night in the restaraunt. I guess everyone was at Super Bowl parties or at a sports bar or something. It was kind of nice having a calm sunday for once.
I finally got part 4 of the "I'm Coming Out" thing up. It was kind of difficult to write, but it's written, it's up, posted, over with.
Happy Day. Happy Day.
Going out for Chinese Food in a little while. I can't wait. I didn't eat anything yesterday and I'm starving!

I'm Coming Out - Part 3
"Welcome To Wherever You Are"

I had just gotten off work at Friendly's and I was still wearing that horrible uniform: short-sleeved white shirt and a big (almost clown-sized) navy blue houndstooth-checked bow tie.
I put my key in the door and opened it and I immediatly knew something was wrong.
My parents were sitting there in the living room, waiting for me. My father's face was stone. My mother's eyes were red rimmed. She had been crying.
On the coffee table was my journal that I had kept locked in my desk drawer. The book I wrote everything in.--how I felt, what I did---everything! I would have felt violated--like my privacy was invaded--but I never got the chance.

"You want to explain this?" my father asked.

My mouth was as dry as the Sahara and cold sweat trickled down my back.
They had read it! They knew everything!
Oh, God!
I was mortified.
Terrified as well, because I had no idea what was going to happen next.

"I just have one question: Are you a queer?" my father asked.

I looked in my mother's face. If I said no she would have believed it. She so wanted it not to be true.

"Should I lie?" I thought, "Tell them what they want to hear?"

I didn't know what to say, what to do.

"Well, are you?" my father asked again.

I tried to keep my voice from trembling.

"Yes, I am"

The Earth stopped spinning on it's axis.
The silence was deafening.
My mother started crying, her head in her hands.
If I though my father's face was stone before, it was nothing compared to what it became then. I can still see the expression on his face, as if he was in the presence of something revolting. Like a puddle of vomit that had to be cleaned up.

"Leave your key and get out! I don't want you in this house." my father said.

My mother cried even harder. Seeing her like that broke my heart.
She's crying because of me, I thought. I felt like dirt.

"But, Dad . . ." I began, but he cut me off.

"Don't call me that!" he almost spat. "As far as I'm concerned I have no son! Now leave your keys and get out! You can pick up your clothes and other things later."

My eyes welled up in tears as I fumbled with my keychain, removing the keys to the house.
They were throwing me out! I couldn't believe it.
I was stunned. You could have knocked me over with a feather at that point.
What was I going to do now? I had no idea.
I put my key on the coffee table and walked out the door.
I could still hear my mother crying as I closed it behind me.


Part 4 will be Coming Soon

Saturday, January 25, 2003

Baltimore, Maryland, U.S.A.

Population: 651,154 (64% African-American)
Percent living in poverty: 23
Median household income: $30,078
Median rent: $498 (20% of median household income)
Percent of housing units occupied by owners: 43
Percent of families headed by single mothers with juvenile children: 52
Percent of working-age residents relying on public transportation: 20


For more depressing details cleck out this article in the Baltimore City Paper.


Friday, January 24, 2003

Another One of My Brilliant Ideas

I was watching late night TV last night and saw the commercial for the Pasta Pro.
Have you seen this?
It's basically a pasta pot with a lid that locks on top, and the lid has a built-in colander.
It's so simple! I should have come up with this!
Who ever came up with this idea is probably making millions of dollars.
AAARGHH!
Life isn't fair!

I had an idea for a new malt beverage (like Zima or Skyy Blue).
Let me swing it by you, and see if you feel me.
Fruit Beer!
Each six-pack comes in six delicious fruit flavors: Cherry, Orange-Tangerine, Lemonade, Limeade, Blue Raspberry, and Grape.
Waddaya think?
Am I gonna make a million, or what?

BTW, Part 3 of my series "I'm Coming Out" should be posted tomorrow.

Thursday, January 23, 2003

Wonder Boy, What Is The Secret Of Your Power?

I decided the other day to be a little tougher with the servers at work.
I'm a very laid back kind of person, so my new additude kind of took them by surprise.

"What's wrong with Jimmy?" I heard one server ask another.

See, I'm a Crew Leader, so I'm "in charge" of them and if something goes wrong I'm the one who gets reprimanded for it.
I'm not going to get something said to me because someone else is screwing up!
If that means people think I'm a tyrant, or something--well, so be it.
If they were doing things the right way, they would have nothing to worry about, would they?

I was at the coffee shop yeaterday and I was wearing my "Wonder Boy" neclace that I made from "alphabet beads" that I got from this bead shop on Charles Street called Beadazzled and I totally forgot I was wearing it.
The counter guy looks at me and says "Wonder Boy!" and I'm thinking
"Whoa! Where does he know that from?", so I asked and he pointed to my necklace.

For a minute I thought he recognized me from this blog, which would have been really weird.

Wednesday, January 22, 2003

Bitch, Bitch, Bitch

First, an apology. It seems like all I ever do in this blog is bitch, whine, and/or complain, and for that, dear reader, I am truly sorry.

I've decided that I will bitch no more!

It's not that there aren't things wrong, but I've found that instead of correcting the problems, I just let all my frustrations out in here.
It's good, and it's thereaputic. It makes me feel better.
But it doesn't solve the underlying problem(s), does it?
More on this in future posts.

I've made the momentous decision today that I will not give cigarettes to co-workers or people in bars when they ask for one.

I try to be nice.
I think about the times when I didn't have a cigarette and was way grateful to get one from someone.

But I gave away 10 cigarettes to people yesterday.
I am not a cigarette dispenser!!!
The next time someone asks I'm gonna say "Sorry, I can't spare any."
Even if I have a full pack.

I'm Coming Out - Part 2
"My Own Private Idaho"

I had heard about this place. Someone at the gay community center had mentioned it. There I stood at the doorway, trembling. My throat was dry, my stomach in nervous knots.
I was 16 and a junior in high school. I had cut school that day and took the bus downtown.
I spent most of the morning and early afternoon in Lambda Rising, the gay bookstore.
I was dazzled. Imagine, a bookstore just for gay people!
I tried to absorb everything I could. I browsed through the books, flipped excitedly--but guiltily--through the magazines: Blueboy, Mandate, Playguy. Feelings of shame washed over me, but I suppressed them. What was there to be ahamed of?
I picked up a Baltimore Gaypaper and bought a "pink triangle" pin for 99 cents to put on my denim jacket.
Anyway, there I was at the doorway of a gay bar.
Leon's.
At least I hoped it was Leon's. No sign out front, windows all blacked out--just a door.
I gulped, took a deep breath, opened the door and stepped through.
For a couple of seconds, I was blind. It was dark in there, but in a couple seconds my eyes adjusted. My first impression was incredulity. This was what I was afraid of? A bar in the shape of a rectangle with tattered stools around it, a cigarette machine that looked like it was manufactured in 1962, a jukebox, and 3 poker machines. A little less than a dozen men sat around the bar drinking, and it looked foggy with all the cigarette smoke hanging in the air.
An older woman was behind the bar, her blonde hair was up in a bun on the top of her head like Pebbles Flintstone. She was talking to a couple of men near the back.
I walked over and sat down on a stool and wondered whether or not I was going to be served.
The barmaid stopped her conversation and came over to me. She kind of squinted her eyes and looked me up and down.

"Are you old enough to be in here?", she asked.

This is it, I thought, Here's where I get asked to show ID.

"Yes, I am" I said, lying through my teeth.

"What are ya havin'?" she asked.

"A screwdriver, please." I replied as I exhaled.

She made it in about 5 seconds and sat it before me. I payed her, and left $1 for a tip.
I had gotten served!
Amazing!
I took off my denim jacket and put it on the stool beside me, lit a cigarette, and took a sip of the strongest cocktail I had ever had.
I felt at peace. Content.
I almost pinched myself to see if this was real and not some strange dream. Normally, I'd be in History class trying not to fall asleep while Mr. Simmons droned on about The Battle of Bunker Hill or something else incredibly boring. Intead, I'm having a coctail in a bar. A gay bar!
This place wasn't much, but it was a somewhere I could be totally myself. When you're 16 and not "out" to anyone (except yourself) it's a liberating experience.
In retrospect, it's kind of f**cked up that the only place I had to go was a bar--but my options were few. Saturdays was the Gay Youth group meetings at the Community Center--one hour a week discussing "Should I Come Out" with punch and cookies afterward. That was the only other option I had. (Kids today have it much easier than I did.)
Anyway, I started going to Leon's often after that. Not once did I ever get carded there.
I met my first real "boyfriend" at Leon's--but that's a story for another time.

(By the way, the barmaid I just wrote about is still at Leon's. Her name is Doris. The blonde hair with the bun on top was replaced by a short spikey 'do, but she's still there serving drinks with a smile.)


Part 3 will be Coming Soon

Tuesday, January 21, 2003

Inner Voices

"So What's wrong with you? Why are you in such a funk?"

"I don't know. Just dissatisfied, I guess."

"With what? Find what's wong and fix it!"

"That's just it. I can't pinpoint anything that's really wrong. I don't know what it is.

"Well you better figure it out, 'cause it's obvious you're not really happy with the way things are."

"Maybe you're right. Things must change."

"Things are goinna change anyway. Just make sure you're not left holding the bag."

Monday, January 20, 2003

I'm Coming Out - Part 1
"Johnny, Are You Queer?"

"Queers wear dresses and make-up." Lisa said as we knelt on the carpet of her bedroom.

We were 10 years old and we were coloring in our coloring books, sharing her big box of 64-color Crayolas.

"They want to be girls." she added, selecting magenta from the box.

"Really?" I asked, wide-eyed.
She had called Billy down the street a "queer" when he had thrown a rock at us (that missed) and then ran away.

It was a hot summer day and sunlight beamed through her bedroom window. Her mother was downstairs watching As The World Turns at a high volume. We could hear every word.

At that time, I was a few years away from discovering my own sexuality. I had never heard the word "queer" before and I had asked her what it meant.

"Yeah." She nodded her head for emphasis. making her ponytail sway back and forth.
"My uncles a queer. We don't talk to him anymore."
She scribbled with her crayon, making a big mess out of Wonder Woman's outfit.

"Queers like to kiss other boys ---on the mouth!" She scrunched up her chubby little face in a disgusted expression.

My child's mind boggled.

"I'm tired of this!" she said suddenly, flinging down her crayon.
"Want to play with my Barbies?"


Part 2 will be Coming Soon.

I Love A Parade!

There's a parade going down Martin Luther King, Jr. Boulevard right this minute.
I spent the last hour or so watching it.

I can see it quite clearly from my apartment window. I was going to go outside and watch it, but it's much too cold out there.

Off work today.
Don't have any real plans, yet. Just enjoying it.
Possibly going to the movies later, but I'm not going to hold my breath.

Saturday, January 18, 2003

Extra Fancy

  • Got my IRS tax forms in the mail yesterday, but I haven't got my W-2's from the restaurant yet.
    I have absoloutely no problem doing my taxes as long as I have a calculator (or pencil and paper) handy.
    I don't do all that fancy stuff (itemizing deductions and whatnot).
    1040-EZ is the one for me, baby!
    I'm going to do the Tele-File thing. Hopefully I get a refund this year. Last year I had to pay because they didn't take enough out of my paycheck, but I corrected that. It means I get less on my check, but it's worth it if I get something back.

  • Stopped byThe Quest last night after work.
    I am so tired of going out to bars and clubs in my work uniform!
    (It seems like my uniform is all I wear these days. What a special treat it is to wear regular clothes!)
    Anyway, the bar was packed and I unwound from all the hectic stuff at work, so it was nice.

  • Off Monday, which is my only day off this week. So I better enjoy it, right?
    I'm making plans now.

Madam 8-Ball's Horoscope

"Should you be reading between the lines?"

Aquarius: Yes, definitely.
Pisces: My sources say no.
Aries: Reply hazy, try again.
Taurus: Don’t count on it.
Gemini: Concentrate and ask again.
Cancer: Reply hazy, try again.
Leo: Outlook good.
Virgo: Yes.
Libra: Yes, definitely.
Scorpio: It is decidedly so.
Sagittarius: Cannot predict now.
Capricorn: Better not tell you now.

[Note to Radphag: See? A good prediction for once! :) ]

Thursday, January 16, 2003

Not A Valid Excuse

In our endeavor we are never seeing eye to eye.
No guts to sever, so forever may we wave goodbye.
And you're always telling me that it's my turn to move.
When I wonder what could make the needle jump the groove?
I won't fall for the oldest trick in the book,
So don't sit there and think you're off of the hook
By saying there is no use changing 'cause
That's just what you are.

Acting steady always ready to defend your fears.
What's the matter with the truth, did I offend your ears
By suggesting that a change might be a thing to try.
Like it would kill you just to try and be a nicer guy.
It's not like you would lose some critical piece,
If somehow you moved point A to point B,
Maintaining there is no point changing 'cause
That's just what you are

Now I could talk to you till I'm blue in the face
But we still would arrive at the very same place
With you running around, and me out of the race.

So maybe you're right, nobody can take
Something older than time and hope you could make
It better, that would be a mistake.
So take it just so far
'Cause that's just what you are.

Acting steady always ready to defend your fears.
What's the matter with the truth, did I offend your ears?
You're like a sleepwalking man, it's a danger to wake you,
Even when it is apparent where your actions will take you.

That's just what you are.

--Aimee Mann
That's Just What You Are

Wednesday, January 15, 2003

Every Word I Spew Is A Bird's Eye View

  • It turns out I never made it to The Allegro last night, or Happy Hour for that matter. By the time I decided to go out it was 10:30 and Happy Hour had long since been over.
    I went to The Quest instead and there wasn't hardly anyone in there.
    Normally, that would bother me. Half the fun in going out is looking at people.
    Last night, for some reason, I didn't really mind it.
    One good thing about The Quest is that they have food there, so I munched on a jalapeno cheese filled soft pretzel, sipped my cocktail, and just absorbed the quiet and dark.

  • I just got back from the Crew Leader meeting.
    It's the same old thing: Get the crew in gear, get more cleaning done, get people motivated.
    blah, blah, blah!
    We all work damn hard all the time, but it's never enough for them. They always want more.

  • I had to change the logo again. It was just too damn big. I like this one better anyway.
    I need to get some kind of graphics program for my computer. I've been using Microsoft Paint, and it's kind of primitive.

Tuesday, January 14, 2003

Stuff

  • Worked a day shift today. It was kind of slow and uneventful.
    Except for the party of 18 Army guys I waited on--most of which were pretty hot.
    *DROOL!*
    Off tomorrow, but I have to go in for a Crew Leader meeting. It sucks I have to interrupt my day off just for that, but there's nothing I can do about it.

  • I'm going to head out for Happy Hour soon--possibly to The Allegro, though I haven't decided yet.
    I want to go there to see my boy Jason. It's been awhile and I miss him.

  • Check out the New Logo for the Wonder Boy blog I just posted.
    Pretty nifty, huh?
    Working on a new color scheme--possibly a brand new blog template.
    Soon, soon, soon.
    Rome wasn't built in a day, right?

Monday, January 13, 2003

Hey, Mr. DJ

I love music
I really, really do.

My mood can change one way or the other depending on the sounds that are around me.
I'm not so fanatical that about it that I wear headphones all the time, surrounded by my own little "soundtrack"
--but almost.
There is almost always music on in the apartment, and I'm almost always singing along--most likely out of tune.
(It's amazing my husband hasn't been driven crazy yet!)
Anyway, here's a list of some of my favorite tunes and what they mean to me.

Makes me want to dance:
"Connected" - Stereo MCs

Reminds me of an ex:
"This time I know it's For Real" - Donna Summer

When I'm sad:
(tie) Morrissey - "Viva Hate"
The Smiths - "Hatful of Hollow"

When I'm upset over love stuff:
Pretty much anything by Cher.

Reminds me of High school:
Early Pat Benatar, especially "Hit Me With Your Best Shot"

Reminds me of Coming Out:
"Chains of Love" - Erasure

Makes me want to sing along:
"What's Up" - 4 Non-Blondes

When I'm angry:
(tie) Nine Inch Nails - "Pretty Hate Machine"
Alanis Morrissette - "Jagged Little Pill"

Makes me feel better instantly:(tie) "I'm Coming Out" - Diana Ross
"New Additude" - Patti LaBelle

Favorite "Disco" music:
(tie) "Boogie Nights" and "I'm Your Boogie Man" - KC and the Sunshine Band

Can listen to anytime:
Almost anything by Deborah Harry / Blondie

Favorie CD I've bought in the past year:
(tie) Avril Levigne - "Let Go"
Cher - "Living Proof"

Saturday, January 11, 2003

Decisions, Decisions

Josie, a server where I work, also works fot T-Mobile. She said I can get a cell phone for free and they have the best rates for minutes.
I've been reading through the brocure she gave me and it sounds like a pretty good deal.
There's like 6 different plans to choose from. I'm liking the 600 "wherever, whenever" minutes per month with unlimited weekend minutes for (only) $39.99 per month. She's bringing an application to work with her today and I'll fill it out and see what happens.

I got all my tax stuff in the mail yesterday. I changed how much tax was taken out of my paycheck. I had them take more tax out, so hopefully I'll get something back instead of having to pay again this year.

I went out to The Quest last night after work.
It was OK.
They took all thier damn Christmas decorations down, thank goodness.
I saw my friend Brian there.
We didn't see each other 'til he was on his way out, so I didn't really get a chance to speak with him.

Back to work again today.
Oh, joy!

Friday, January 10, 2003

Feast Your Eyes


Here's some eye candy.

Enjoy!

I'll have a regular post up tomorrow.

Thursday, January 09, 2003

Another Damn Test

I have issues with...
submission
religion
domination
excess
control

Take the Word Association Test

Carpe Diem!

What a beautiful day! It feels like spring outside instead of wintertime--I love it!

Went out to lunch yesterday. Chinese food again. This was my fortune:

Failure is the mother of success.

I'm sorry, but that is not a fortune. A fortune is "you will meet a handsome stranger", or "you will take a long journey"--something like that. If I went to Madame Zolga to get my palm read and she said "Failure is the mother of success" I would ask for my money back.

I'm taking today to do all the things I should've done yesterday. It's so pretty of a day and I'm in such a good mood that I don't mind doing chores.
(I better take advantage of this mood while it lasts. This doesn't happen very often!)

Tuesday, January 07, 2003

People Are Talking

Instead of a normal post, here a conversation I had earlier on AOL Chat:

Frenzi: Hey, you! :)
Wonder Boy: Oh, hi! How R U?
Frenzi: I'm doing OK. How 'bout U? Tried to IM you a little while ago, but I got your "away message".
Wonder Boy: Yeah, I was doing the "email thing". I'm OK. I'm off tomorrow! YAY!
Frenzi: Cool! Any plans?
Wonder Boy: Not really. I have laundry and grocery shopping to do. Other than that, nothing. What's going on with U? R U still with what's-his-name? The guy U were dating after U broke up with Steve?
Frenzi: Roger? No, that's over. I have a new b.f. now.
Wonder Boy: Another one? Geez!
Wonder Boy: Anyway, what's his story?
Frenzi: I met him at the Hippo about a week before New Year's. His name is Jeff, he plays 3 different musical instruments, speaks 4 different languages, and is totally gorgeous! You won't believe how hot this guy is!
Wonder Boy: He sounds too good for U!
Wonder Boy: (j/k!!!!!) :)
Frenzi: I know, right? LOL! :)
Frenzi: Trying not to get all caught up this time and just enjoy it.
Wonder Boy: That's what U said last time, silly! Have you run into Steve any?
Frenzi: Saw him last week with his new b.f.
Wonder Boy: Eek!
Wonder Boy: How did that go?
Frenzi: It was weird. He ignored me--I ignored him.
Wonder Boy: Yuck. It's a shame it ended like that.
Frenzi: Yeah, well he shouldn't have cheated!
Wonder Boy: It's all so twisted. Gay men foster this additude of wild promiscuity and then wonder in amazement why it's so difficult for guys to stay faithful.
Frenzi: I hear ya. People hit on me and my b.f. all the time--even when my b.f. is standing right next to me.
Wonder Boy: U know, I mentioned something like that in my blog just last week!
Frenzi: I know--I remember reading about it.
Frenzi: ;)
Wonder Boy: Str8 people already have this idea that being gay is all about sex.
Wonder Boy: The idea of 2 men in love and in a LTR is a strange idea to them because they never see it!
Even in movies there's hardly ever a gay "happily ever after".
Frenzi: I agree totally! Hey, U ever get a hold of your buddy Fireguy?
Wonder Boy: Yes! We've exchanged several emails in the last couple of days.
Frenzi: Cool! I know U were concerned U hadn't heard from him.
Wonder Boy: Yeah, I was. Turns out he was busy with his work and stuff he's going through. It happens to all of us.
Frenzi: How come U guys never got together?
Wonder Boy: Fate. I guess it just wasn't in the cards. It's one of those "might have been" kind of things.
Frenzi: I hear ya. Been there--done that!
Wonder Boy: I hate to cut this short, but I gotta get ready for work. U know how it is.
Frenzi: Yeah, I know. Good talking with U. Email me sometime if U think of it.
Wonder Boy: I'll think of it. Good talking with U 2!
Wonder Boy: Hey, you mind if I blog this?
Frenzi: I suspected U would, anyway!
Frenzi: Sure, go ahead! :)


Monday, January 06, 2003

If I Go Crazy, Then Will You Still Call Me Superman Wonder Boy?

My cupboards are as bare as Mother Hubbard's more famous ones so here I am eating Crunch Berries cereal right out of the box.
I'm all out of milk, so why dirty a bowl?

No coffee for me this morning because I'm all out of filters, creamer, and sugar.
The only thing in my refrigerator is some Kool-Aid fruit punch and condiments.
I desperatly need to go grocery shopping, but I haven't had the time.
I'm off Wednesday, and grocery shopping is on the top of my list of Things To Do.

It snowed yesterday and they closed the restaraunt down early--which never happens.
It was only two hours, but it was still most welcome.

Kind of out of my funk that I was in yesterday. It never lasts very long, which is a Very Good Thing.
If you were happy all the time you wouldn't be human, would you?

Sunday, January 05, 2003

La La La

I heard from my buddy Fireguy yesterday, which was a very good thing.
It never ceases to amaze me how wonderful it is to hear from a friend.
I sent him another email a minute ago--just to let him know how much it meant to me.

I haven't had much time lately to read anybody else's blogs. It annoys me when this happens. It's like missing an episode of The Young and the Restless: What's going to happen next? I intend to find out precisely that as soon as I'm done here.

Been feeling kind of blah lately. There's a lack of energy and motivation and my normally bubbly bersonality has lost some of it's fizz. It might be the crappy weather we've had recently, or maybe it has something to do with my biorhythms or something.

Saturday, January 04, 2003

Love Child of Ant and Grasshopper

Some people are ants--some are grasshoppers. I am a combination of both. I figured it out just yesterday. Actually, I think I'm slightly more grasshopper than ant.
OK, let me back up a bit.
Remember that fable by Aesop, "The Ant and the Grasshopper"? The ant works all the time, never faltering. Hell, probably never even taking a smoke break now and then. Always working. Always working. Work, work, work. That's all the ant does is work.
The grasshopper on the other hand, parties all the time, gets loaded, loafs around the house in his underwear watching MTV, and spends all his money on things he doesn't really need.
(Well, that's not exactly how the fable goes, but you get what I mean)
Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, at the end of the story the grasshopper ends up partying so much that when winter comes he ends up starving and/or freezing to death--depending on which version you read.
(Actually, in some versions he ends up knocking on the ants' door asking for help, and the ants help him.)
I'm kind of like the ant. I don't mind working. In fact sometimes, I enjoy working a great deal.
But, like the grasshopper, I end up saying "OK, enough is enough! Where's the friggin' party?!"

The moral: The love child of Ant and Grasshopper works as hard as he has to, and has fun whenever he can. He doesn't starve to death like the fun-loving partying grasshopper, but he doesn't break his back, get ulsers, or commit suicide like the tired, hard-working, dedicated ant.


Friday, January 03, 2003

Madam 8-Ball's Horoscope

"Will 2003 be any better?"
AQUARIUS: You may rely on it.

PISCES Outlook not so good.

ARIES: Without a doubt.

TAURUS As I see it, yes.

GEMINI: Most likely.

CANCER: My reply is no.

LEO: You may rely on it.

VIRGO: Yes.

LIBRA: Concentrate and ask again.

SCORPIO: My sources say no.

SAGITTARIUS: Reply hazy, try again.

CAPRICORN: Yes definitely.

Thursday, January 02, 2003

Happy Happy Joy Joy

I worked New Year's eve and I got out of there around 5 or so.
As soon as I got home I had to do a load of laundry, because almost nothing I had was clean.

After washing my outfit and showering and scrubbing all the filth (and there was alot of it) from work I seem to get covered in every day, I was ready.
The question was--where to go?

I had already ruled out The Hippo, and The Allegro didn't really appeal to me, although I would have gotten to see my boy Jason if I had went there.
I miss my boy Jason.

Ultimately, I (we) decided on The Quest. glug, glugI got there a little after 10, which was perfect timing. There were still a few stools left so I could sit down (much needed after being on my feet all day, let me tell you!), but I wasn't there too early, so by the time the ball dropped I wouldn't be too smashed to enjoy it or remember it later.

When I got there they were playing all this Kid Rock and Papa Roach on the jukebox.
Not bad music, but defin'ly not "party music".

I put and end to that real quick. I went right over to the jukebox and played $5 worth of music: Deee-Lite, The B-52's, some old Disco hits, "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun"--you know, party music.
Things got a little more festive after that.
I'm not going to take all the credit, though--("Wonder Boy saves the day!")--all the drinking everyone was doing probably had something to do with it, I'm sure.

Dick Clark was on the TV. The TV was on, but the sound was muted. "God, Dick's looking so old." I thought as I looked to see what time it was getting.

At 11:30 the staff passed out these plastic shopping bags (the thin flimsy kind you get from the 'Mom and Pop' stores that say "Thank you for shopping here!" with a smiley face). In the bag were various "party favors": party hat, paper horn, noisemaker, a hawaiian lei, a glow stick, a plastic glass and a small bottle of J. Roget extra-dry champagne.

I was going to wear the hat, but I'm not a "hat person". You'll hardly ever see me in a hat, and If I'm wearing one, it's probably because I didn't feel like doing my hair.
I drank enough to get a nice buzz going, but didn't get too toasty.

Anyway.
The ball dropped.
Kisses and hugs all around.
Lots of noise was made by all. Including me.

It was fun.
They were setting up a buffet when I left.
Mostly potato salad, pretzels and chips and cake. No real food like lunch meats or fried chicken.

I had to be at work yesterday at 8AM, otherwise I would have stayed later.
*sigh*
The holidays are officially over now, I guess.
The next holiday is, what? Valentine's Day.

Plenty of time to make plans for that.

Drink up, Boys!


What's the difference between a straight man and a gay man?

Six beers.