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Life is only what you wonder.

Sunday, August 31, 2003

The Remedy Is The Experience

Every single thing that happens in life, good or bad, you get something out of it.
A little bit of wisdom you didn't have before.
I was thinking about my past relationships and I realized that every single guy I've been with has taught me something, even if it's as simple of a lesson as "Never let him in the back door on the first date."
Joe taught me you can't make someone fall in love with you by sheer force of will no matter how much you love them.

Michael taught me that you can't fall in love with someone by sheer force of will no matter how much they love you.

With Keith I learned that infatuation isn't love, but it can hurt you just the same.

Brian taught me not to take anything for granted. A lesson I learned too late, unfortunately.

With Troy I discovered a man won't buy the loaf when your handing out free slices.

Brad gave me the wisdom that too much togetherness too soon can smother a relationship very, very. quickly.

Randy showed me that sex in a DJ booth can be incredibly hot!!!!

David taught me never to get involved with someone who's already in a relationship, even if they assure me it's "almost over".

With Jeffrey I realized I should never change myself to please someone else. Either accept me as I am, or hit the road!

With Peter I realized passion and love are two different animals.

Joey taught me that long-distance relationships just. don't. work.

With Brady I found out there are definite advantages to dating a bartender.

Danny taught me no to be so trusting and not to just blindly believe everything your lover tells you. A very bitter lesson to learn.

Greg taught me to never get involved with someone who's totally closeted.

Rich, though we never became a "big item", taught me to always keep looking up! (Thanks, Rich!)

That brings us to G.
I guess what he's teaching me is that the whole can be greater than the sum of it's parts.
1 + 1 = 2
he + me = unlimited.
I probably won't really know until it's all over.
Hopefully that won't be any time soon.

Saturday, August 30, 2003

You Know Who You Are

  • To the "loving" parents who "discipline" their children in public by smacking them around: Someone needs to smack you around a bit and see how you like it.
    I see this every single day at my restaraunt. This woman hit her little girl right in the face yesterday because she was crying.
    I ask you, where's the logic in that? "She's crying, so I'll hit her. That'll make her stop."
    It drives me crazy when I see that.

  • To the next person who reads my magazine over my shoulder on the bus: I'm going to roll it up and bop you on the bean with it.
    This will be your only warning.

  • To the "regular" guests at my restaraunt who come in every day, but don't leave a tip: I'm your server, not your friend. If I give you good service, I expect a tip.
    Even when G. sits in my section, he leaves me something, and he's my husband!

  • To the bloggers who complain they "don't have any privacy" and that "everyone's always in their business": Guess what? You put your business out there, so you should've expected this to happen. It's the same deal as celebrities complaining they can't go to the grocery store anymore because they get mobbed by fans--that's the price of fame, baby!

  • Extra Ugly!

    I absoloutely love these t-shirts!
    Especially this one.

    Friday, August 29, 2003

    . . .

    Wonder Boy: The Sitcom
    Episode # 189, "Another world" (WB, 9:30 PM, 30 minutes):
    Jimmy goes to a straight redneck bar. Everyone learns a valuable lesson.
    Presented in HDTV.

    After I got home from work last night I started feeling restless.
    I didn't feel like going all the way to Mount Vernon to go to one of my regular haunts.
    What was I to do?
    Then I got a brainstorm. There was a bar right down the street from my apartment.
    I knew it was a straight bar, but how bad could it be?
    Feeling adventurous, I decided to check it out.

    I was a liitle apprehensive as I approached the door, because twangy honky-tonk music was playing, but I went through anyway. . . and entered The Land That Time Forgot.
    All the ladies there had two types of hair: big feathered Farrah hair, or Loretta Lynn's hairdo from Coal Miner's Daughter and all of them were wearing jeans two sizes too small.
    There wasn't anyone there (except me) without a tattoo.
    Almost all the men had mullets.
    Yes, the mullet, a hairstyle that should be as dead as the dodo is alive and well in this place.
    The men's wardrobes consisted of flannel shirts, Harley Davidson or wrestling t-shirts.
    People were playing darts in the corner.
    A older woman with a greying mullet (the only "femullet" I saw there) was playing a poker machine, and some guy in another corner was passed out at his table, a beer still clutched in his paw.

    It actually wasn't as bad as I had expected, so I decided to stay for a drink.
    Barmaid-Farrah #1 came over to where I was sitting at the bar and took my order, and I could definitly handle the place easier with a drink in my hand.

    I was worried that I was too "gay" for that place. I kept worrying about how I was sitting or holding my drink. It turns out I needn't have worried. Nobody was paying any bit of attention to me. I was just a guy in a bar having a drink.
    Customer-Farrah#2 asked me for a match and I lit her cigarette for her, making me feel like a gentleman.
    Barmaid-Farrah was really friendly, and kept calling me "hon".
    It was a nice change of pace.

    I don't think I'll be hanging out there all the time, though.
    That country music was getting to me.

    Thursday, August 28, 2003

    It's Official!

    According to this, I'm "normal" (whatever that means!)
    I'm probably the only one, which makes me a lot like Tigger, I guess!
    DisorderRating
    Paranoid:Low
    Schizoid:Low
    Schizotypal:Low
    Antisocial:Low
    Borderline:Low
    Histrionic:Low
    Narcissistic:Low
    Avoidant:Low
    Dependent:Low
    Obsessive-Compulsive:Low

    Take The Personality Disorder Test!
    (Thanks to Todd for the link!!)

    Wednesday, August 27, 2003

    Too Vibelicious For Ya, Babe!

    I'm feeling great!
    I got plenty of sleep, got lots of things done and my list of "Things To Do" has been reduced to only one thing:
  • Enjoy the day!

  • I can totally dig that!

    I got the hair-do done, thank God!
    I got to the hairdresser's around 10-ish.
    Right on time!
    There was no waiting at all. Cheryl took me right back and shampooed me and asked me about the restaraunt. She's really chatty. She keeps telling me she'll come to the restaraunt for dinner one night, but she never does.
    Anyway, before I know it I'm in the chair and she asked me what I wanted and I told her:
    "Something clean cut. Short. I'm sick of all this hair!"
    A flurry of scissors later and she's done. My head felt 10 pounds lighter, like I could float on out of there if I wanted.
    At first, I didn't care for the way she cut it, because she chopped all my bangs off and I'm used to having some kind of hair on my forehead.
    But, once I got home and I put gel on it and attacked it with my comb, I'm really liking it!
    Stylin' and profilin'!

    I weighed myself when I got up this morning.
    140 lbs.
    According to the Height/Weight chart, since I'm 6'2" with a medium frame I'm underweight by at least 25 pounds!
    I can't even imagine weighing any more than I do.
    Where in the hell would I put it?
    I'd rather be underweight than overweight any day, though.
    I am a lean mean machine!

    Tuesday, August 26, 2003

    Bad Hair Days


    I'm in desperate need of a new hair-do.

    Right now, I have what is known as a "hair-don't".
    No amount of gel or hairspray can fix it, it's too horrible.
    I would wear a hat to cover it up, but I hate hats.
    Plus, they give you "hat hair" which is almost as bad.

    Luckily, I have a hair appointment tomorrow!
    I can't wait!

    A Five Minute Story

    The Shadow Boy

    He appeared suddenly out of the dark shadow of the alley.
    All she was thinking of was getting home. Her feet were killing her and she was tired from working a double shift at the diner. She was walking fairly quickly down the street, her heels making soft clacking sounds on the damp concrete. If she hadn't turned her head, she wouldn't even have seen him.
    He was a small boy around five years old, his face was dirty as if he had been crying and used his grubby hands to wipe his eyes. He was wearing little denim overalls and a striped t-shirt. With his disheveled blond hair, he reminded her vagely of Dennis the Meanace --all that was missing was a slingshot in his back pocket.
    Her first instinct was to keep walking, to pretend she hadn't seen him. The subway station was two blocks away and if she didn't hurry she would miss her train and have to wait at least an hour for the next one.
    Then she thought of her son Derek, he was about this child's age. Would she want someone to walk by and leave her son lost and alone in the city?
    She stopped and turned and stepped hesitatingly toward the boy.
    "Are you hurt?" she asked him, "Are you OK?"
    "I'm lost!" the boy exclaimed, startling her, "I'm scared! I don't know where my mommy is!"
    He ran toward her and hugged her around her legs.
    "Poor thing." she thought as she dropped to one knee to better comfort him.
    The next thing she felt was his sharp fangs piercing her neck. She tried to push him away but he was unnaturally strong, she couldn't get loose.
    She tried to scream for help, but no sound would come.
    Then there was only darkness.

    Monday, August 25, 2003

    X Gets The Square

    I've decided the hotter the guy is, the more x's I'm going to use when I use the the word "sexy".

    "What do you think of Seann William Scott?"

    Sexxxy!

    "I Honor You, Queen Carlotta!"

    I honor you, Queen Carlotta!With the Maryland State Fair, the Stone Soul Picnic and because school starts for most Maryland kids tomorrow, this weekend was superduper slow at the restaraunt.

    Sundays are usually our busiest day and I spent most of my time in the Wait Station shooting the breeze with the other servers.
    So, money-wise this weekend royally sucked.
    I didn't work that hard, though. That was the only good thing about it.

    I swear, the Head Crew Leader at my restaraunt, Ms. Pat, (also known as Bitch, Crab, Old Lady, and -my personal favorite- Battleaxe) reminds me so much of Queen Carlotta from Desperate Living, it's not even funny.
    She even looks like her!
    No foolin'!
    All she needs is a drag queen's cheap tiara on top of her head and she's a dead ringer.
    Not content to just let us stand around, she would roll around the restaraunt bellowing "Don't just stand there! Find something to do!"
    Ugh.
    I would've pretended I didn't hear her, but that just would make her act even sillier.

    I'm on my way to pick up my paycheck, and then I have to cash it and run some errands.

    Then, I'm going to Happy Hour.
    Yay!

    That drink is going to go down so easy, I can tell already.

    Overexposed

    OK, audience participation time.
    If you're sick to death of seeing/hearing about Ben Affleck and J-Lo, raise your hand.

    (That woooosh! you just heard was all of North America raising thier hands at once.)

    Ben and J-Lo are everywhere.
    I see them on Entertainment Tonight, there was a segment on on Celebrity Justice, trailers for the (awful, I'm sure) movie Gigli, J-Lo's all over VH1with her videos, and I was in the Hippo the other day and a video of hers was on and she was imitating on of my favorite movies Flashdance!
    Has the woman no shame?
    It's like I can't escape them no matter how hard I try.

    The best thing "Bennifer" could do is to go on a long, long vacation to some remote place (without cameras) and give us a little break.
    If I didn't see them or hear anything about them for a year it would be too soon.

    Sunday, August 24, 2003

    Spacey!

    I'm feeling kind of spacey this morning.
    Kind of like I'm still asleep and dreaming all this.
    Weeeiird.
    It's not a bad feeling, though.
    Some people take drugs specifically to feel the way I'm feeling right now!
    Me, I get this feeling anyway.
    Cool.
    I'll shake it off once I get up and get moving, I'm sure.
    Which is going to have to be in a few minutes If I want to get to work early enough to grab a bite before I have to go on the floor.

    My mind's not focused enough to think of anything clever right now.
    Maybe later.

    Saturday, August 23, 2003

    I Confess . . .

  • . . . I don't hold the door for people rushing to get to the elevator when I'm in it. I pretend I can't find the Door Open button and just let the doors close. It's terrible, I know. I just don't feel like holding the door.

  • . . I take magazines from the hairdresser and doctor's office. That's what they're there for, right?

  • . . . I hang up on telemarketers shamelessly. They call and I'm like "tell me more about it!" like I'm interested, and after they've gone on and on for ten minutes or so I just hang up.

  • . . . When I'm waiting tables I sometimes serve my guests decaf instead of regular coffee if the regular isn't fresh. If a guest has been a pain in the butt, I'll serve them extra-strong regular instead of decaf, especially late at night.
    (HA! Try getting any kind of sleep tonight without a Tylenol PM, you bitch!)
  • Ah. I feel much better now.

    Friday, August 22, 2003

    Boy Wonder

    Thursday, August 21, 2003

    I Love The 70's

    I've been really grooving on vh1's I Love The 70's specials they've been running.

    It brought back all these memories that I had almost forgotten about:
    Shrinky Dinks
    Rock 'em Sock 'em Robots
    Easy-Bake ovens
    The Land of the Lost (Those Sleestaks were so scary!)
    and Isis!
    "Oh Zephyr Winds That Blow On High, Lift Me Up so I can Fly!"
    OMG, I was such a big fan of Isis when I was a kid and I had completely forgotten all about her!

    They're featuring 1976 tonight, so I have to remember to set the VCR.

    Wednesday, August 20, 2003

    Do It Like This

    I'm off work today and I spent the entire morning just lying around in bed. It's kind of bad to say, but when G. gets up and goes about his business I just love having the bed all to myself. I can take as much space up as I want, hog the covers, rumple the sheets.
    It's mine, all mine!

    What I should be doing is sending emails to people I've kind of been neglecting lately. They're piling up pretty quick.
    Oh, hell with it. I'll take care of that later.

    What I really need to do it grab some grub.
    I'm hungry like the wolf. And there's nothing in my cabinets but a box of spaghetti and half a loaf of bread, and the 'fridge contains only condiments: ketchup, mayonaise, mustard, and about 20 packs of soy sauce and duck sauce from the Chinese take-out place.
    I could make a mayonaise sandwich, but I think I'd rather have something else.

    Well, now that I think of it, I really should be getting to the drug store. I have only one cigarette left and that'll be gone before I know it.
    Me without a cigarette is like making Dr. Banner angry. I'm much scarier than the Hulk, believe me.

    Gee whiz! My list of Things To Do is getting longer and longer the more I think about it.

    Maybe I should just stop thinking and start doing.

    Unconcious Mutterings

    You say . . .and I think . . .?
    1. Only you::can make this world seem bright
    2. 33::Rolling Rock
    3. Foundation::Shake Your Foundation (AC/DC song)
    4. Accidents::Never Happen
    5. Hometown::Baltimore
    6. Natural::beauty
    7. Bombastic::explosive
    8. Bachelor::pad
    9. Far away::distant
    10. Tony::the Tiger

    Tuesday, August 19, 2003

    Screaming Queens!

    Sure, the gay dating world can be a nightmare, but taking a trick home and being brutally attacked by a serial killer?
    A hot sexy smooth-chested buff serial killer wearing a devil mask?

    No, it not an erotic fantasy. It's the scenario of a new slasher movie about a gay serial killer who preys on gay men and their tricks.

    Scheduled to hit theaters in Spring, 2004, this movie has no title as of yet, so they're leaving the name up to us.
    Be afraid, be very afraid.

    Go to www.untitled-thriller.com to learn all about the movie and pick a name for this unnamed thriller.
    I don't know about you, but I'm horrified already!

    UPDATE: The title of the film is "Hellbent" and it's at select theaters now. (Unfortunatly, not in Baltimore, though, so I have to wait for the DVD.)

    A Fable

    Ricardo the Cockroach

    Ricardo was an ugly brown cockroach. I'm talking butt-ugly. He was small as cockroaches go, but he thought he was big. Big and bad.
    And handsome too.
    What was he thinking?
    He strutted around intimidating all the incects smaller than him and even some that were much larger.
    The other incects thought he was a big bully and they avoided him and talked trash about him behind his back.
    "Oh, God! Here he comes!" they would think when he ventured near.
    When they saw him coming they would walk the opposite way, and do anything to avoid him. When they absoloutely couldn't avoid him, they smiled at him and acted really friendly so he would leave them alone.
    Since no one stood up to him, and acted friendly, he supposed he was really popular, which made him act even worse.
    One day, Ricardo was strutting along the sidewalk and got squashed by someone running for the bus, who didn't even see him there.
    The other incects acted sad, but they were secretly glad to get rid of the annoying S.O.B.

    The moral: Just because people act nice to you, doesn't mean they really like you.

    Monday, August 18, 2003

    The Interview Game

    The Rules:
    1. Leave a comment, saying you want to be interviewed.
    2. I will respond; I'll ask you five questions.
    3. You'll update your website with my five questions, and your five answers.
    4. You'll include this explanation.
    5. You'll ask other people five questions when they want to be interviewed.
    My Questions: (from Zbornak)

    1. When you were younger, how did you learn about gay life?
    It wasn't easy. When you're gay and you live in "straightville" how do you learn about being gay?
    I knew how I felt, and I instinctively knew that (most) of the world thought that being gay was nasty, sinful, etc. so I was very careful to keep my "differences" a secret.
    I had heard, of course, all the sterotypical things (gay men want to be women, like to wear dresses, and they molest little boys) and none of them seemed like me. I never wanted to do any of those things.
    I had also read Everything You Always Wanted To know About Sex (But Were Afraid To Ask), which, in my opinion, got it all wrong, at least where homosexuality is concerned.
    I was saved from all that backward thinking by my local library. The nice librarian clued me in to the GLCCB and their Youth Group. Lambda Rising (the gay bookstore) was right next door, full of books and free newspapers all about being gay! I was like a kid in a candy store.
    I consider myself lucky that I grew up in a city with a community center and not some other repressed place.

    2. Is Baltimore really like John Waters films make out?
    HA! I wish!
    Baltimore is a fun city, though. It's like a little New York City--all kinds are represented. And it has it's quirks. It's definitely the "hair hopper" capital of the U.S. Every hairstyle in the world and throughout all time is represented. From Farrah Fawcett's big feathered hair to Carol Brady's shag, you can see it in Baltimore.

    3. Aside from ‘Straight Acting’ do you have any other ideas for a reality show?
    I think a Real World type show with 7 gays and lesbians sharing a house is a good concept. It's gold just waiting to be mined. Especialy if all types of people from different races or cultures were included.

    4. What is wrong with the world?
    Where to begin? AIDS, the homeless, hunger?
    In my opinion, the worst thing of all is man's inhumanity to man. People treat other people so cruelly and with absoloutely no regard for their feelings. I suppose it's very utopian and simplistic to say "Everyone should treat one another with kindness", but this world of ours will never be without pain and strife until it has respect for human rights.
    OK, I'll get off my soapbox now.

    5. What is right with it?
    There's alot that's so wonderful about this world. It's an amazing place! You want a good example? Go to the Zoo. Look at the giraffes. Fabulous animals.
    This is a world of wonder, you just have to keep your eyes open to it.
    I try to enjoy everything I do. Happiness is a state of mind, after all.

    If you would like me to ask you 5 questions for your blog either leave a comment or email me.

    Saturday, August 16, 2003

    Nice To Meet You, Now Let Me Go And Wash My Hand

    I'm feeling kind of anti-social today.
    It would be great if I could just shut myself up in the apartment, take the phone off the hook, pull the shades down, get into bed and pull the covers up over me and just not interact with anyone today.
    Does anyone else ever feel like this, or is it just me?
    There's nothing wrong with me. I'm not feeling depressed or anything. Actually, believe it or not, I'm in a pretty good mood.
    A great mood, as a matter of fact.
    That's why I want to shut myself away, cause I just know someone or something is going to come along and spoil it.
    Since I'm working tonight, and it's All-You-Can-Eat Shrimp Night at the restaraunt, it's almost a given.
    *sigh*
    What else can I do but just grin and bear it?

    I caught Boy Meets Boy on Bravo last night. They showed 2 episodes back to back.
    My opinion?
    It was OK. I thought I would enjoy it more than I did. I think it was that "straight element" that bothered me. There's these straight men pretending to be gay to win money. I don't think that's right.
    I doubt they'd do a twisted version where it's a girl among a bunch of men, some of which were gay, but pretending to be straight to win money.
    Although, now that I think of it, that's not a bad idea! They could call it Straight Acting and have 12 gay guys and 3 straight guys and the poor woman has to weed out the gay ones!
    If any TV producer uses this idea I want a cut of the profits. It's my idea, dammit!

    Anyway, I'm off to the coal mines. Hopefully, it'll be a good night.
    I've got my fingers crossed.

    Friday, August 15, 2003

    Rest In Peace

    I'm kind of sad today. I woke up to find that my three goldfish, Leon, Lester, and Whitey died in the middle of the night.
    They were my "birthday fish" given to me by G. not last October but the year before.
    The thing of it is I can't figure out what killed them. They were just fine yesterday, swimming around in their tank. I had changed their water the day before, checked the pH, checked the temperature, changed the filter--everything I was supposed to.
    Anyway, I walked downstairs this morning and turned the fishtank light on and there they were, floating at the top.
    So now I'm staring at an empty tank.
    I'll get some more eventually. But not right away.

    I ran into my good friend Brady the other day when I was at Leon's for happy hour. He's looking really good. I don't see him that frequenly, so it was a special treat.
    Lately I've been kind of avoiding going out, because I always end up running into someone, which has happened the last half-dozen or so times I've gone out.
    Sometimes it's a good thing and sometimes it's not.
    For example, when your out with your husband and a former trick comes up to say hello. It's even more embarrassing when you don't remember the trick's name, which has happened to me once or twice.
    Sometimes I think I've got too much "history" in Baltimore.
    It's like everyone's seen me, everybody might not "know" me, but they've seen me around, and I'm not "new" anymore.
    It was really refreshing when I lived in DC and I used to go out. I'd be out at a club looking at all the new faces and thinking, "Wow! I don't know anybody here!" which was mind-blowing to me because I'm used to seeing alot of the same faces all the time. The bartenders know my name and start making my drink as soon as I walk in the door for Pete's sake! So being around the "new people" was just incredible.
    Then, I'd see people checking me out and wondering about me and I'd think, "Nobody knows me here." which was an amazing thought. Baltimore might seem like a big city to some, but when you've been here all your life it actually seems quite small.
    Well, to me anyway.
    Maybe a move to another location is in order.
    Hmmm. Food for thought.

    The Friday Five:

    1. How much time do you spend online each day?
    Not as much as I'd like, believe me.
    I guess it averages to about an hour a day. Some days I'm on it for 15 minutes, and other days it's 3 hours, and still other days I don't get on there at all. There's two of us and only one computer so sometimes it's a struggle to get online time. I don't use the computer while G.'s trying to sleep because it wakes him up.

    2. What is your browser homepage set to?
    Yahoo! I'm always doing a search for something (song lyrics, photos, etc.) and Yahoo! is our favorite search engine.
    If I had it my way Blogger would be the homepage.

    3. Do you use any instant messaging programs? If so, which one(s)?
    I use the AOL Instant Message sometimes, but when I'm blogging or doing "important stuff" (like answering emails) I turn it off because it distracts me.
    Also, there are some times I just don't want to be bothered, you know?

    4. Where was your first webpage located?
    Angelfire. It's still there, actually. Click here to see it.

    5. How long have you had your current website?
    The Angelfire site I've had since 1993 (almost 10 years!). The blog I've had since April, 2002. Woo-hoo!


    Wednesday, August 13, 2003

    I'm Not Crazy, I'm Just A Little Unwell


    All day staring at the ceiling
    Making friends with shadows on my wall
    All night hearing voices telling me
    That I should get some sleep
    Because tomorrow might be good for something

    Hold on
    Feeling like I'm headed for a breakdown
    And I don't know why

    I'm talking to myself in public
    Dodging glances on the train
    And I know, I know they've all been talking about me
    I can hear them whisper
    And it makes me think there must be something wrong with me
    Out of all the hours thinking
    Somehow I've lost my mind

    I've been talking in my sleep
    Pretty soon they'll come to get me
    Yeah, they're taking me away

    But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
    I know right now you can't tell
    But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
    A different side of me
    I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
    I know right now you don't care
    But soon enough you're gonna think of me
    And how I used to be...me

    Yeah, how I used to be
    How I used to be . . .

    I'm just a little unwell.
    --Matchbox 20
    "Unwell"

    Is It Just Me?

    I was watching TV last night and saw the commercial for the 10-10-987 long-distance thing featuring John Stamos.
    Why he needs to do commercials is beyond me.
    Can't he get any other kind of work?

    Anyway, is it me, or does he look better now than he did when he was younger?
    I never thought he was that sexy before, but now?
    Woof!
    He needs to get himself a real job.

    Tuesday, August 12, 2003

    If You Don't See Me, I Don't Exist

    I got quite a rude surprise when I went to check my email yesterday. Not content with the 2 or 3 "popup" ads that, well, pop up whenever I go to read an email, now they have ads that I have to look at before I can proceed to reading my messages.
    I click on a message and then I have to look at this ad, click the "No Thanks" button at the bottom, and then I get to read my mail.

    I hate advertisements with a passion.
    Of course, I could "upgrade" my account to "ads-free" for only $14.99 a year.
    Which I will probably have to do, 'cause it's dammned annoying.

    I'm trying to see if I can swing a trip somewhere sometime soon.
    Last year I went To Montreal and Virginia Beach and this year I haven't done anything.
    I'll have to see what happens.

    I'm Diggin' It

    I don't usually use this space for product endorsements.
    (I'm not Florence Henderson hawking SuperPoly Grip here!)
    These are just some products I've been diggin' lately.

  • Garnier Fructis shampoo and conditioner.
    It smells great and makes my hair shiny and soft. It costs more than the shampoo I usually buy, but it's worth it.

  • The Gillette Mach 3 Turbo Shaving System. A super-close shave, and no tiny pieces of toilet paper stuck to my face!

  • Voodoo Rain "Lucky Devil" juice drink. Good stuff!

  • M.A.C. Scrub Mask, Oil Control Lotion, and Blot Film. It keeps me blemish-fee.
    (When I remember to use it.)

  • Monday, August 11, 2003

    I Knew It All The Time



    Snagglepuss is gay!
    Read the surprising report here!

    Friday, August 08, 2003

    A Brief Pause

    There's not enough hours in the day sometimes!

    I didn't have time to post anything yesterday and I almost don't have time today, and this weekend is justmad crazy full of things I have to do.
    *sigh*

    I've decided to take all my dirty clothes (and there are alot of them) to the laundromat instead of just washing them one load at a time in the basement. That's tomorrow's project.
    Plus, whenever someone does laundry down there water comes seeping out from somewhere behind the washing machine.
    It's really gross.
    I've called the rental office about it awhile back, but they haven't done anything about it yet.
    And I'm still waiting for my garbage disposal to be fixed and I called them almost a month ago.
    I don't want to have to get ugly with these people, but I will.

    Work has been really slow, lately. I'm talking much slower than usual.
    I might just have to get another job right away instead of waiting for the one I want, which just sucks.
    This job just isn't cuttin' it. I'm not making near as much money as I used to, and it's not because of lack of service on my part. I'm the best there is at what I do.
    I'm going to try and stick it out, though.
    I'm not optimistic.

    I probably won't get a chance to blog until Monday when I have a day off.
    I can't wait.

    Wednesday, August 06, 2003

    Come Check It

    I was interviewed by Cuddles for Online Diaries recently.
    Click here to read my interview.

    Tuesday, August 05, 2003

    You Can't see The World Through A Mirror

    Last night consisted mainly of eating junk food and watching the Boob Tube.
    There wasn't anything on TV that I wanted to see so I popped in the video Switchblade Sisters, one of my favorite movies.
    It's one of those movies that's so bad, it's good.
    I had a little vodka in the freezer so I made a little drinkie, watched my movie, and gorged on a big bag of Puffin' Corn.
    That was my night last night.

    I also spent a little time tinkering with the ol' blog.
    There's a guesbook now for the people that don't have a particular comment for a post and just wanna say hello.
    I also tweaked how the signature and time stamp looks.
    I like to make my changes one at a time intstead of one wham-bang instant makeover.
    It's like an evoloution.
    When I first started this blog, it looked almost exactly like his.

    I work tonight and then I'm off again tomorrow. I need to tell them to put my two days off back to back intead of splitting them up. I just don't feel as well rested with my days split up like that.

    Who's That Guy?


    He's Scott Merritt, currently on the cover of the latest Advocate magazine.
    This former Playgirl centerfold recently came out in the latest issue.

    Monday, August 04, 2003

    Turn Sideways I Disappear

    I spent the morning running around Baltimore cashing my puny paycheck and getting money orders to pay the bills.

    I think they hate me at Eddie's Market.
    When I get money orders there I use my tip money and for some reason my restaraunt won't change my dollars to bigger bills (they say it cuts down on register shortages, but I don't believe it) so when I go to get a money order for, say, $150, I give the woman 150 dollar bills.
    I hand her this big wad of unsorted, unfaced money and I see her eyes glaze over and she has that "shoot me now" look in her eyes.
    Oh, she's nice enough on the surface, but I can almost hear her thinking, "Here comes that @#$!in' bastard with all the mutha@#$!in' one dollar bills again. @#$!in' bastard.! Like I got nothing better to do than count his @#$!in' money!"
    That poor woman!
    I guess I should be nice and face it and put it in little stacks of fifty or something. Or put a paper strip around it like they do at the bank.
    Maybe next time.

    OK, so I got bills taken care of, but now I'm almost broke until tomorrow.
    Yuck. I hate being without money. It limits your options, you know?
    I know I'll get more at work tomorrow, and I've got food in the cabinets and a full pack of cigarettes so I'll be OK 'til then, it's just the idea of it.

    Unconcious Mutterings

    You say … and I think … ?
    1. Hook::Fishing
    2. Greg::Louganis
    3. Sixty::Nine
    4. Breakfast::Of Champions
    5. Dollar::Bill
    6. Unpredictable::Outcome
    7. O::Hell
    8. Bathing suit::Binkini
    9. Inconsiderate::Bastard
    10. Marx::Brothers

    Sunday, August 03, 2003

    Thought Of The Day

    "Seeing only what is fair,
    Sipping only what is sweet,
    Thou dost mock at fate and care."
    ---Ralph Waldo Emerson

    Saturday, August 02, 2003

    They Don't Care About Us

    I'm not very political.
    I've never marched on Washington, held a picket sign, been involved in a Sit-In or anything like that. So actually, because of that, the following has more weight than if I jumped in on every "cause" you can think of.
    What am I rambling about, you ask?
    OK, here's the story:
    I had some time before my shift at the restaraunt yesterday so I decide to wander the mall next door.
    My destination was Waldenbooks, to pick up the latest Wonder Woman comic book, and the current issue of Genre, a gay magazine.
    So I searched the magazine rack. No Genre.
    No Advocate, Out, or Frontiers magazines either.
    Then I looked some more. No copies of the black magazines Ebony, Jet, Hip-Hop, or The Source.
    Every magazine was geared towards white straight people.
    There were 4 different Field and Stream type hunting magazines, 5 different Bridal magazines, and 4 Tattoo magazines-- but nothing for gay, lesbian, or black people.
    So I go to the clerk and I ask why and she tells me there's "not much of a demand" for those titles.
    Now, I don't expect them to carry every single magazine. For one thing, they wouldn't have enough sheves in the store for them all; and second, how many people are dying to read the latest issue of Contemporary Urology?
    It's just crazy that they carry Penthouse--a nudie magazine--but not The Advocate, a news magazine.
    So until Walden's diversifies it's selection I'll be buying my reading materials elsewhere.
    They don't want my gay money anyway.

    What The Hell Is This?

    There are all these stickers all over Baltimore that say
    www.kaiju.com.
    Curious, I went to see what it was.
    I still have no idea.
    This is really bizarre.

    Friday, August 01, 2003

    I'm Not Havin' It

    I stayed up too late watching TV last night and now I'm bleary-eyed, but otherwise OK.
    Yawn!
    I'm not going to be pretty at work later, though.

    Speaking of late night TV, I am so sick of those commercial for the phone chat lines, 976-GIRLS (or whatever it's called). You know the ones: Sluts Women with breasts bigger than their heads, with big hair, too much make-up, more teeth than God intended and wearing next to nothing who act all suggestive and say things like "I'm waiting for your call!"
    It's just gross.
    And I can't believe the guys that call think a girl like that's going to be at the other end of the line. How gullible can you be?
    And why don't they have chat lines for the ladies with half-naked guys dancing around? 976-BOYS or whatnot? Don't women ever call those things?

    Oh, and don't get me started on those Girls Gone Wild! DVD commercials. Why would someone buy one of those? It's just women flashing their hooters! Buy a porno instead, dammit!

    And then I happened to catch Jerry Springer, which I watch just to laugh at the guests.
    No matter how bad my life gets, at least I can say it's not as bad as that!
    Anyway, now they actually encourage the ladies to pull up thier shirts and for a "reward" you get these cheap plastic Mardi Gras beads.
    Some incentive!
    And you just know the ladies that do that are going to end up on a Girls Gone Wild! video at some point.

    I should have popped in a movie instead ans spared myself the agony.

    BTW, I saw the Missy Elliott/Madonna Gap commercial yesterday. It's the best commercial I've seen in awhile. I love it!
    It makes me want run right out and buy some Gap clothing!

    Don't Go There!

    Do you ever notice that there are words and phrases that some people use ad nauseum?
    It's like a reflex action, I think. They don't know what to say so they repeat the same old things. Over and over and over again.
    The following words and phrases I am totally sick of. If I never heard any of them again, I would be OK with that.
  • No she didn't!
  • Yo
  • Don't go there!
  • That's what I'm talkin' 'bout.
  • For real?
  • You go, boy!
  • Da bomb
  • phat
  • As if!
  • Whatever!
  • You think?
  • Don't take me there!
  • I know that's right.
  • That is whack!
  • I'm sure there's more, but that's all I can think of right now.
    Feel free to add your own in the comments.