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Life is only what you wonder.

Wednesday, April 30, 2003

I'm Useless, But Not For Long

I'm so excited!
Listen to this:

I've been talking to Jeff about a job at his new internet cafe/bar/restaraunt, Serendipity 2, slated to open in about a month or so in Mount Vernon and guess what? It's pretty much in the bag. I've got a job there!
There are still some things we have to discuss:
What exactly will I be doing?
Bartending? Serving? Making Espresso?
I've always wanted to be a bartender, so that might be something to look into.
At this point, I don't care much what I'm going to be doing as long as I'm not scrubbing toilets.
What hours would I be working?
I'm not afraid of long hours or hard work. I get alot of that at my current job, as a matter of fact. It's just when you're not happy with where you're working (like I am right now) you don't want to work any more than you have to.
It sucks because I enjoy working.
It's all about the Benjamins, baby. It's not love that makes the world go 'round, it's money, honey!
I'm not worried too much about that, though.
When do I start?
I plan on giving my current employer (at least) 2 weeks notice so if this doesn't work out for some reason I could go back if I wanted to.
Actually, I'd probably find a job elsewhere, but I don't believe in burning my bridges.

Anyway, I have a new job--that's the main thing.
It'll be a 15 minute walk from my apartment so I won't have to rely on rides from co-workers or *shudder* the bus.
(I absoloutely loathe taking the bus, but that's another blog entry just waiting to happen.)
Plus, it has the added benefit of being in Mount Vernon, the "gay area" of Baltimore, which means my favorite bars, clubs, the Lambda Rising bookstore and the Gay community Center will be Right There.

I could go on, but I won't. This post is long enough already.
Things are about to change.
My future is comin' on.
More on this as it develops.

Just Say No!

I've been seeing alot of people wearing white socks with sandals.
Is this a fashion faux pas, or what?
The whole idea of wearing sandals (at least in my opinion) is to let your feet be free from the constriction of shoes and socks--to let them breathe.
Wearing socks with sandals just doesn't make sense to me.
It would be like a woman wearing open-toed heels with socks. It just doesn't look right.
If the weather is too cool for just sandals then wear shoes.

Can I get a witness?

Tuesday, April 29, 2003

Life's A Drag

I ran into my friend Ralph the other day.
He's really persuing the "drag queen" thing with a vengence.
He's really getting into it and I think that's great.
You should see how his face lights up when he talks about his costumes and wigs and the "numbers" he's performed in various clubs and venues. It's bright enough to read by.
He goes by the nom de plume Summer Skyy.
When he told me several months ago he was going to try to be a drag performer I wrote up a list of drag names for him.
Are these cool, or what?
  • Ophelia Bunns

  • Bonita LaPenga

  • Lynda Lynn

  • Jean Nate

  • (and my personal favorite)
    Hannah Barberra
All of them rejected!
Come on! You gotta have a sense of humor about these things!

Anyway, I think he's performing in a couple of weeks (or so) and I'm planning on requesting off so I can see him in action.

Monday, April 28, 2003

Top Secret

I'm usually off on Mondays, but I'm working tonight.
It shouldn't be that busy, though, so I can deal.

Sebastian hasn't sent me the photos yet. He hasn't even replied to my email.
I'm trying not to get too annoyed over it, but why exchange emails and assure me you'll send me something and then not follow through? Why even mention it at all?
Maybe he's just busy.
I'll give him the benefit of the doubt (for now, anyway).

The girl who came out to me at work is persuing a lesbian relationship. She's scared, exhilerated, aprehensive, excited. It takes me back to when I first came out, everything is so new.
Her "status" is still Top Secret, though. She took me aside and asked "You didn't tell anyone, did you?"
I'm like "Of course not! That's your business."
She was grateful that I've kept my mouth shut.
I don't believe in "outing people".
I'd like everyone to come out, but only when they're ready.

I'm off work tomorrow and Wednesday.
I'm counting the hours.

How Did You Get Here?

It never fails to surprise me when I look at my referrer log.
Here are some things people typed into Yahoo and Google and the Wonder Blog URL was one of the results that came up:
  • Justin Timberlake naked blog
  • New York Male Hustlers
  • Pebbles Flintstone naked
  • boys in tank tops
  • naked waiters
  • naked boys
  • Tom Welling naked gay
  • Shawn Ashmore naked
Do you see a trend here?
I would say I'll never use the "n-word" here again and use a synonym like "unclothed" or "undressed" but the damage has already been done.

Sunday, April 27, 2003


My head is ringing like a gong at this point and I'm typing this with one eye shut.
I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start at the beginning.

Yesterday was a pretty good day.
I kept my composure; I didn't get bent over anything; I didn't let things get to me.
Stopped off at Leon's after work for "a drink" (which turned out to be three drinks actually). I unwound from work, got a little buzz.
Nothing was going on, but I didn't care.

After I got home I ran into Thomas, my upstairs neighbor, and he was in a happy mood. He just got a promotion and he offered to bring down some champagne to celebrate. I said "sure" and while he went upstairs to fetch it I changed out of my work clothes into something more comfortable.
So a couple minutes later he's back with the Perrier Juet. It was pretty cool seeing him. The only time I ever run into him is in passing.
So anyway, we end up drinking the entire bottle and had a great conversation where we solved all the world's problems.
No foolin'.
We had everything figured out.
(If only I could remember what the solutions were!)
There's a kind of person where wretched excess is the only thing that will do.
I am one of those people.
The only problem with that is that after awhile it becomes, well, wretched. So now I have to leave for work in a few minutes and I feel like crawling under a rock or something.
My poor head!

Why do I do this to myself?

Saturday, April 26, 2003


I've been in such a foul mood lately.
All day yesterday little things that normally wouldn't even bother me were pushing my buttons in the worst way.

Normally, it takes alot to set me off.
Like water off a duck's back, that's my method.
Don't sweat the small stuff--and it's all small stuff, usually.
Luckily this doesn't happen that often.
Anyway, I'm making an effort to be positive today.
I got enough sleep and I'm feeling OK, so that's a positive beginning at least.

Madam 8-Ball's Horoscope

"Will the grumpiness morph into outright anger?"

AQUARIUS: Most likely.
PISCES: Outlook not so good.
ARIES: My sources say no.
TAURUS: Outlook good.
GEMINI: You may rely on it.
CANCER: It is certain.
LEO: Yes, definitely.
VIRGO: Outlook not so good.
LIBRA: My sources say no.
SCORPIO: Very doubtful.
SAGITTARIUS: Don't count on it.
CAPRICORN: You may rely on it.

Friday, April 25, 2003

Yet Another Friday Five?

1. What was the last TV show you watched?
The Young and the Restless yesterday afternoon.

2. What was the last thing you complained about and what was the problem?
I was at work yesterday talking to another Crew Leader and complaining about how lazy the rest of the crew is. I'm not much of a complainer for the most part. It's just that it was getting late and I wanted to get out of there. I can't leave until everything in the dining room is done. Besides the manager, I'm the last one out the door. If everyone would just do their fuggin' job (in a timely manner, with no complaints and no prodding from me) things would be so much easier. I'm not going to hold my breath.

3. Who was the last person you complimented and what did you say?
I was at The Drinkery last night and it was Karaoke Night and Bert sang the song "Desperado" (originally done by The Eagles, I think) and he sang it really really well, so I had to tell him.

4. What was the last thing you threw away?
Yesterday I went through a huge stack of magazines and threw away the ones I was finished with. I have a tendency to hold on to things, and if I didn't go through all my stuff and throw away the things I don't really need I'd be up to my eyebrows in junk.

5. What was the last website (besides this one) that you visited?
I went to www.mail.com to check my email. That's always the first thing I do. After that I went to Gay.com to see what was going on.
BTW, my screen name is: w0nder_b0y, so if you see me there, say "hello"!

Thursday, April 24, 2003

I Get This Funky High On Yellow Sun

I woke up today all bright-eyed and bushy tailed, which when you think about it, doesn't sound really attractive, does it?
The bright sunlight streaming through the venitian blinds woke me up and told my lazy ass to get moving.
It's hard to sleep in late with the sunlight calling your name.
This weather is a nice change from the overcast and drzzly gray days we've had lately.

There's a connection between sunlight and mood, I'm sure of it.
When the sun is shining and it's bright and beautiful out I feel more enhanced somehow:
More energy. More pep.
A spring in my step. . .
Hey, those could be the lyrics to a song!
I'm a poet and didn't know it!

I'm dreading going to work tonight.
I'm in such a good mood right now and working is just going to spoil it, because no matter how hard I plan, something's going to go awry.
It always does.
So I just have to do what I always do when Murphy's Law strikes again:
Deal With It.

Wednesday, April 23, 2003

Soul Search

I just read my horoscope from Free Will Astrology:
Do you believe there is such a thing as the human soul?
If not, you should stop reading right now; I'll talk with you again next week.
But if you do believe, how would you define it? More importantly, what does your own soul feel like? I
suggest that in the coming week you make frequent attempts to tune in to that elusive essence. Use all your ingenuity and persistence as you try to create a stronger bridge between your everyday awareness and your heart source, your seed code, your eternal song.
I do believe I have a soul. It's eternal; it's indestructable; and it's what makes me me.
But do I only think this because it's easier to swallow than the idea that after we die we just stop existing?

Where does the candle flame go after you blow it out?

Tuesday, April 22, 2003

Hug The World

It's Earth Day today.
I totally forgot about it or I would've planned something.
I did go to www.earthday.net and register to vote.
I figure it's the least I could do.
    Other stuff that's going on:
  • I don't like my new hairdo, that much.
    It's not horrible. I don't look like Frankenstein's monster or anything. It's just too short on top, not short enough on the sides and back.
    At least I think so, anyway.
  • Haven't had a chance to see about that job. The owner hasn't been at the cafe the last couple of days when I would swing by.
    Just my luck.
    I'm going to keep trying, though.
  • Went out to The Allegro yesterday evening for Happy Hour, and I was the only one there. It was terrible. That club needs to find a way to drum up business, or they're going to close. They've already went down from being open 7 days a week to only being open Friday through Monday.
    What's next, Friday and Saturday only?
  • Back to work tomorrow, so I'm taking it easy tonight. I'm going to plop my bony butt in front of the boob tube with a 2-liter of Dr. Pepper and the biggest bag of Cool Ranch Doritos I can find and do my best impression of a couch potato.
    I don't do it that often, so this is a special treat!

Who's That Guy?

You saw him in the first X-Men movie.

He's Shawn Ashmore, who reprises his role as Bobby Drake/Iceman in the sequel X-Men 2: X-Men United.

Monday, April 21, 2003

First I'm Gonna Make It, Then I'm Gonna Break It 'Til It Falls Apart

Went out to The Quest saturday night. Met this guy named Sebastian who said he had taken a picture of me with my good friend Summer Skyy (AKA Ralph) awhile ago at a drag show.
I honestly don't remember this happening, so I will be curious to see the photo.
Sabastian said he would email it to me, but I haven't recieved it yet.
After that I went to Central Station.
Nothing exciting about that, except I did get to say hello to Chris who was breaking down the upstairs bar by the time I got there.
I wanted to grab a drink at The Hippo, but they weren't letting anybody in at that point (it was around 1:45AM).
I hung around outside for a couple of minutes and saw some people I knew, chatted briefly, and then weariness set in and I went home to bed.

Yesterday was Easter and my restaraunt was really busy. I'm so tired it's not funny.
All the church ladies had on these huge hats. You wouldn't believe how big these hats were! This one woman could probably pick up HBO with her headgear--it was as big as a large pizza!
It was a grueling day, but it's over now.
I'm off today
and I have lots to do.
First on my list is a new hairdo. I don't know how I want it cut. I just might just plop down in the chair and say "surpise me". Actually, I don't know if I'm feeling that brave today.
It takes alot of guts to tell a hairdresser "Do whatever you want. Experiment. I don't care.", because then you'll never know what you're gonna get.
It's only hair, though. It's not like I'm not going to grow more.

Saturday, April 19, 2003

Let's Get Busy!

I've been seriously considering leaving the restaraunt I'm working at now for quite some time, but I haven't done anything about it.
See, it's like this: Things get bad and I think about leaving; Then things improve and I put thoughts like those to the back of my mind; Then things get bad again and the whole process just repeats itself.
On and on and on.
I've been at this restaraunt almost four years. I think I need something new.
Actually, it's gone beyond that: I know I need something new.
It's inertia.
An object at rest tends to stay at rest and an object in motion tends to stay in motion with the same speed and in the same direction unless acted upon by an unbalanced force.
I've been "at rest" for awhile now. It's time to get movin'!
BUT, instead of just talking about it, I'm already making plans.
See, there's a new internet cafe opening in Mount Vernon in about a month or so, and since I know the owner, there's a very good chance I could get a job there.
I don't know much about working an espresso machine but I'm willing to learn, I'm a hard worker, and I'm very dependable. That should count for something.
I'm gonna talk to Jeff on Monday to see what's what.
I'm trying not to get my hopes up to high, but I'm excited at the possibility.
More about this later.

And get this:
Work just sprung it on me that there's a special Crew Leader CSQ meeting this Tuesday at 6AM.
I can't even remember the last time I was concious at that time of day.
It's stuff like this that make me want to find work elsewhere.
And I just know the meeting is going to be the same old crap they always dump on us: more cleaning projects, work harder, better service . . .
blah, blah, blah
No matter what I do it's never enough. And it's not like I'm getting paid any more. $2.85 an hour is all I get to put up with all this crap.
I am so over it!

OK, this ends my bitch session.
I'm working on improving things, but I can only do so much at one time.
Time will tell all.

Friday, April 18, 2003

Get It Right

Most of you probably know this already. If so, this isn't directed at you. This is for all the rest of the people that should know better, but for some reason don't.
The person taking your order in a restaraunt, and who delivers your meals, drinks, etc. is called a "server".
The person you get your cocktail from in a bar is called a "bartender".
The person who delivers your in-flight meal, gives you a pillow and a packet of nuts when you're on an airplane is called a "flight attendant".
The person who enforces the law is called a "police officer".
The person who puts out fires is called a "firefighter".
The person who puts packages in your mailbox is called a "mail carrier".
In this liberated age, it is supposed that anyone, regardless of gender, can do almost any job, yet people are still using atiquated terms like "barmaid", "waitress", and "stewardess".
What set this little diatribe off, you wonder?
I was working last night and this woman called me over to her table. "Are you the waitress for this table?" she asked.
"I'm the server, yes. What can I do for you?" I replied, trying to keep the annoyance out of my voice.
"'Server'?" she asked.
"Yes, 'server'." I answered. "'Waitress' is female, 'waiter' is male, 'server' isn't gender specific."
I swear I could almost hear the gears turning and when she finally figured it out I actually saw a lightbulb appear on top of her head.
It's not that I dislike being called a waiter. I mean, I wait tables, don't I? She called me a "waitress" and it annoyed me because I'm not female. I don't have anything against women or anything. I'm not, by any means, misogynistic. But if you're going to use gender specific titles, than at least get the gender right.
OK, I've got that out of my system.

I feel much better now.

Thursday, April 17, 2003

What Does That Have To Do With The Price Of Eggs?

After work last night I just went home and passed out. No going out for a "quick drink" like I normally do; just straight home and into the bed.
And I think I slept heavy or something, cause things seem a little weird, like I'm spacy and out of it.

Easter's coming and I need to go to the store for eggs while they still have some left.
"Eggs! Eggs! Eggs!" as Mama Edie would say.
And I need to get some Paas egg-coloring stuff and some vinegar.
I haven't dyed eggs since I was a child, and it's something the husband and I haven't done yet, so it seems like a fun idea.
The party never stops at my place!

I'm training this new guy at work and I don't think he's going to last very long. He seems lazy, and he's never worked in a restaraunt before. I think he's afraid of getting his hands dirty. Literally. If so, he's not going to enjoy being a server that much.
We'll see what happens.

Wednesday, April 16, 2003

Caffeine Is My Friend

It took awhile to get to sleep last night.
It was probably all the coffee I drank yesterday.

This happens all the time: I brew a whole pot of coffee (10 cups!) and I'll drink the whole damn pot.
By the time I'm down to the last cup, the coffee is so strong I can feel the hair growing on my chest.

I stopped drinking it at 6PM or so, but I had drank so much before that, the damage had already been done.
I tossed and turned for hours. I really hate that.
Oh, I feel OK now, but later on I'm going to be sleepy, grumpy and cross. Of course, if I'm tired later I could always have a cup of coffee, but that would just start the whole cycle over again.

Better just to tough it out.

Tuesday, April 15, 2003

Everything Is Everything

I had the best day yesterday!
Listing the things I did woudn't sound like much, but I was in a really good mood all day, like I was high or something. I was laughing and smiling over the smallest things. My spirit was as light as air. I loved it!

I was in a cleaning frenzy the first part of the day yesterday. This doesn't happen that often, so I went with it.
I opened up all the windows to let the warm breezes air out the apartment and I just cleaned. I put my favorite CDs on "shuffle", got out the vacuum and my cleaning products and just did it.
I was a cleaning machine.

A couple of hours later, after I started to get tired, I surveyed my progress and I was astounded at how much I had accomplised. If only there was a way to make this cleaning urge happen more frequently, my apartment would never be dirty again!
Most of the time I have to literally force myself to clean, but yesterday it was effortless.

I went out to the New Century Restaraunt for dinner yesterday. No matter the day or time or circumstances I can always eat Chinese Food!
Afterward, with egg drop soup and General Tso's chicken warming my belly, I contemplated what to do for the rest of the evening.
Cocktails! That's the ticket!
So I went to Central Station. I really wanted to sit outside at the tables they have out there and watch the boys walk by, but the tables were all occupied, dammit!
At 8PM the upstairs bar opened so I went up there. Chris was tending bar.
I swear that man is so totally gorgeous he nearly takes my breath away! He was looking especially scrumptious last night in a tight white "wife beater". Lord, to look that good ought to be a crime!
Plus, he's really friendly, with a killer smile.
I know he has to be nice, 'cause he's the bartender, right? But he seems like he's really nice. (You know, inherently, not because he feels like he has to be.)
I did my best not to stare too much.

After that I decided to go to The Allegro. D'Marje was there and I congratulated her on her Second Runner-Up at Miss Gay Maryland.
Then my boy Jason came in! It turns out he's not moving away after all!
We exchanged emails and I'm going to write him as soon as I'm done this.

I'm off again today, and I plan to be lazy. I got most of my cleaning done yesterday, anyway.

Monday, April 14, 2003

Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger

I've been working hard lately. There's nothing new about that really.
The restaraunt is getting ready for our CSQ (Cleanliness, Service & Quality) inspection which is coming up soon. I've been going around giving out special cleaning assignments (like dusting light fixtures, cleaning window frames, stuff like that) which doesn't really endear me to my crew that much, but they've been doing them with a minimum of grumbling.
All the tasks I had on my little checklist are getting done and I'm feeling a certain statisfaction about that. Of course, getting tasks like those done is like winning 10 cents in the lottery. It's nice to have won, but what difference does it make?
Whatever. It's not a humungous accomplishment, but it's more than anyone else has gotten done lately, so I at least deserve some snaps for that.

A girl (who shall remain anonymous for now) came out to me at work yesterday. She told me she's a lesbian, and she's known it for awhile, but she doesn't know how to deal with it, or, more specifically, the reaction of her friends and family. I gave her some advice and told her I'd bring in a copy of BGP Gay Life. With it's lists of community resourses, she should be able to find a discussion group that will help her with her coming out.
Not to get on a soapbox or anything, but this is why everyone needs to come out.
Come out, come out, wherever you are!
We've got to do this for various reasons, but the main one is this: If straight people get to know gays and lesbians as individuals it breaks down sterotypes and predudices. I've had several people from work tell me they never knew any gay people before they met me, which totally blew my mind. (I tried to explain that we're nearly 10% of the population, so they probably have been around us, but they did't know it.)
That's my point, really. They didn't know. They didn't know because this society we live in makes it difficult for people to feel like they can be themselves. Imagine a world where you can hold hands or kiss your lover while walking down Main Street USA (not some gay ghetto like Greenwich Village in NYC) and not have anybody bat an eyelash about it.
It's a nice dream. Maybe one day it'll even come true.
OK, Got that out of my system---I'll put the soapbox away.

It is such a beautiful day!
I don't know what it has in store for me, and that's just how I like it!

Saturday, April 12, 2003

Who's Zoomin' Who?

I've been thinking alot about subliminal messages lately, and it got me thinking. . .


There has got to be a better way to control people subliminally. A way no one will ever discover it.


Someday, I'll figure out how, and then. . . let the world beware!
(insert evil laugh)

Until then, I'll just settle for what I can get!

Friday, April 11, 2003

Tag Me

It's all rainy and dreary out, but since I'm working today who cares?

Since my "comments" seem to come and go on a whim, (against my better judgement) I added a tagboard. Don't get too attached to it, I might be removing it soon. This site doesn't get alot of traffic, so why do I need a message board?
Ah, well, we'll see what happens.

Didn't get to Leon's last night like I planned. I'm going to visit Doris in a couple of days, instead. In the meantime, I have to figure out something nice to get her.
I really wanted to pop over there, but it was just extremely late when we got out of there--11:50PM. The restaraunt closes at 10. There's no good reason it should take close to two hours to get out of there.
I will be out of there early tonight.
I'm determined.

The Friday Five: Music

1. What was the first band you saw in concert?
Ozzy Osbourne and Metallica in the summer of 1986.

2. Who is your favorite artist/band now?
Blondie. There's never a time when I can't listen to them.

3. What's your favorite song?
Oooh, that's a toughie! My "favorite" song tends to change from time to time. Right now I guess I'd have to say my favorite song is "Harder Better Faster Stronger" by Daft Punk.

4. If you could play any instrument, what would it be?
I'd actually prefer to have some kind of singing ability that didn't make people cringe and cover thier ears.
But if I could play an instrument, I guess I'd choose an acustic guitar, because then if I lost my job I could play outside the subway for spare change.

5. If you could meet any musical icon (past or present), who would it be and why?
Deborah Harry. She's been through so much and she's so talented. I've read interviews, but it would be interesting to see what she's really like.

Thursday, April 10, 2003

Happy Happy Happy

I didn't end up working last night. They didn't really need me, and I wasn't about to volunteer.
I'm not a glutton for punishment!

I ended up going out last night. (Big surprise, right?)
Nothing fabulous. Just went to The Drinkery for a cocktail or two.
Saw Tony who I haven't seen since my wedding day nearly three and a half years ago.
Bert (from Leon's) came in and I chatted with him for awhile. He told me it was Doris' birthday today, so I'll probably stop by Leon's after work to pay my respects. Bert is like the only gay man I know that hates Cher. He absoloutely despises her! It's kind of bizarre. He says it's because they play Cher at least 10 times a day on the jukebox when he's working at Leon's and after years and years of that he has grown to loathe her. Well, I had forgotten all about his Cher-a-phobia and I asked him "Did you see Cher on TV last night?"
"NO!" he practically screamed, "I hate that bitch! The only way I'd watch her 'farewell' anything is if she died at the end!"
I totally wasn't expecting that severe of a reaction. He's really got some "Cher issues" he needs to resolve. It's just not healthy.

The Wonder Blog is celebrating it's first birthday (as of yesterday).
One year!
The time has flown by, hasn't it?
There should be baloons or a candle graphic on here or something, but I realized it only just now, and I have to leave for work in a few minutes so there's no time to search for a graphic or create one.
Still, this past year has been alot of fun, and I look forward to many more in the future.
This is only the beginning!
(That's promise--not a threat!)

Wednesday, April 09, 2003

Sick and Tired

I've been sick the last couple of days.
I don't know what it was, some kind of virus or bug or something.
Fever, headache, nausea, and the feeling like my stomach was full of broken glass.
Not the most pleasant thing to go through.
My husband's been great, though. He went out and bought me every kind of medicine you can think of.
My bedside table looks like a tiny drugstore with little bottles of NyQuil, DayQuil, Pepto-Bismol, and Extra-Strength Tylenol sitting there.
I'm such a big baby when I'm sick. Anybody who can put up with me when I'm this way deserves a medal of some kind.
I whine, I complain, I cry--because I'm feeling miserable.
Any thoughts of me being a hero go right out the window when I'm sick.
I'm feeling much better today, thank goodness! I was planning on going to the hospital today if I didn't improve, and since I hate going to the hospital, it's a good thing I did!
Still, a little weak, though, but I think I need to eat something.

Caught the diva last night on TV.
Cher: The Farewell Tour was on NBC last night. I normally don't get to watch TV at night, I'm always working, so I was torn between watching that or Smallville on WB.
(That Tom Welling who plays young Clark Kent is so sexy!)
But it was Cher's "farewell" tour, so I figured I might not get to see it again, so I ended up watching that.
What a great show!
I couldn't believe how many times that woman changed her wigs. After every other song she had a different head of hair on!
I was also amazed at all the cute young boys in the audience. You just know they were all gay. (How many straight men do you know that like Cher?)

Anyway, I'm supposed to be off today, but I was thinking of trying to go in since I called out yesterday--you know, to make up for my missed day. I don't know if I should push my luck, though. I might call and say "Everythings all covered, right? You don't need me to come in, right?" and hope that everything is all covered, and they actually don't need me.
I'm not being lazy. I just don't want to push myself too hard.

Tuesday, April 08, 2003

It Does A Body Good

Milk is very, very good for you.

Sunday, April 06, 2003

I Don't Like Sundays

Sundays are always the worst day of the week for me. I go into work earlier. It's the busiest day of the week and it's also the day when the most problems occur. Problems that I have to solve somehow.
Every Sunday I wake up with this checklist in my head.
"Did I get enough sleep?"
Check one: ___Yes ___No ___Unsure

"Am I in a good mood and full of energy?"
Check one: ___Yes ___No ___Unsure

"Is today going to be a good day?"
Check one: ___No ___No ___No

I wish I were getting ready to go to Sunday Brunch and I could drink Mimosas and Bloody Marys and talk about what happened at the Club last night.
It's not going to happen, but I can dream, can't I?

As I expected I went out to The Quest last night. Kind of low-key for a Saturday night. I was only going to stay for one drink, but Bartender Dave gave me one on the house, so I just had to stay and drink that one too.
To rufuse would be rude.
Plus, it's a sin to waste good alchohol.
(I'm sure I remember reading that in the Bible somewhere.)

Anyway, off to work in a few minutes.
Pray for me.

Saturday, April 05, 2003

Tick Tock

The clocks in my apartment automatically change the time for me (isn't technology wonderful?) so this whole "Spring Forward' thing isn't a big deal where that's concerned.
Losing an hour of sleep is what concerns me the most!
I love to sleep. It's one of the things I do best!
I know I'll get my hour back this fall, but that's not the point.
I'm working tonight, so going to sleep an hour earlier (as suggested by a friend of mine) isn't really going to work.
Plus, I just know I'm going to wanna have a drink after work tonight. Depending on how it goes I just might be there 'til Last Call.

Still dying to see the totally remade Central Station.
I'm not going there tonight, but it's on my list.

Friday, April 04, 2003

Remade, Remodeled

They were having a "sneak peek" at the newly renovated Central Station last night, but I didn't go, dammit!
I got out of work too late and I wouldn't have made it out there 'til right before Last Call, so there was no point, really.
My boy Jason was going to be there and I told him I'd try to be there, so I really feel like dirt for "standing him up".
I never said I'd definitly be there, though, so I have a loophole, not that that makes me feel any better about it.
Jason's moving away in a few days, and I won't be seeing him all the time anymore, so I really really tried to get outta the restaraunt at a decent time.
But the more I tried, the more obstacles seemed to get in my way. I was all kinds of annoyed.
I'll find a way to hook up with him before he leaves.
Where there's a will, there's a way.
(My current motto.)

Thursday, April 03, 2003

Dear Jason,

I'm going to miss your smiles, those big hugs you give that lift me off my feet and crush all the air out of my lungs.

I'm going to miss the way your face lights up when you see me.

I'm going to miss how you really listen when I speak.
How you look me right in the eye and totally accept everything you see.

You're moving away to be with your boyfriend, and I have nothing but respect for that.
All for love.
I'm that way myself.
Just know this: you will be missed.

More than you know.


Wednesday, April 02, 2003

You've Got Clouds On Your Lids

Amazingly enough, nobody got me with an April Fool's prank this year. Amazing!

I just got up, rubbed the crust from my eyes, and I'm about to seize the day.
If I can only wake up first!

For some reason Blogger wasn't able to publish my posts from yesterday. I was annoyed for a little while, then I just let it go.
What can you do? There's only so much in this world you can control.
Still, it's a good incentive to upgrade to Blogger Pro, don't you think?

Kind of tempted to lie around the apartment in my underwear all day since I'm not working tonight, but I know I won't. From the window here it looks like a nice day out, and on a day like this I just want to be outside enjoying it. Especially since, before you know it, the wether will be hot and muggy and I won't want to leave the comfort of the AC.

I've got a ton of email in my inbox that I haven't gotten around to responding to. So if you wrote me something and I haven't responded yet, I didn't forget.
It's coming, It's coming.

I'm gonna go and grab a cup of caffeine, liberally laced with a ton of sugar and 2% milk now and try to figure out what kind of trouble I can get into today.

Tuesday, April 01, 2003

Your Fly Is Open

Just in case you didn't know, today is April Fool's Day.
I hate it, detest it, utterly despise it.
Every year I say "Nobody's gonna fool me this year!" and every year someone manages to.
It's inevitable.
Sometime in the afternoon I'm going to forget, let my guard down, and then . . whammo!
"Your shoe is untied . . .APRIL FOOL!"
Maybe this year will be different. We shall see.

In Da Club

I was out at Central Station last night and they were playing Hip-Hop upstairs again: 50 Cent, Nas, Nelly, and so forth.
I thought the last time was a fluke or something, but maybe they're going to be doing this regularly. Not a bad idea.

Ran into Sean. He's bleached his hair blond. Very blond. So blond it's almost white. Kind of reminds me of Andy Warhol.
Other than seeing Sean it was kind of boring.

Afterwards I tried to watch I Spy which I rented on DVD from Blockbuster, but I started getting sleepy one third of the way into it, so I turned it off and went to bed.