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Life is only what you wonder.

Tuesday, September 30, 2003

A Five Minute Story

Who's On Top?

In a few hours, I have an appointment at Body Stylists, Inc. for a Change.
It's been about five years. Way past time to shake things up a bit.

If you believe all the horror stories about sex changes in the twentieth century--years of therapy, hormone treatments, radical surgery--it sounds like a nightmare. That people actually went through all that is incredible!
Luckily, science has made a lot of progress in two hundred years.
In this day and age, no actual cutting is required, it's all done genetically.
After I go in, Serene, my personal Body Stylist, will give me a small injection, immerse me in a tank of thick yellow fluid, and I'll sleep for a little while.
The shot I'll be given will consist of a solution of tiny robots smaller than red blood cells ("nanobots" is the popular term) and while I slumber they'll start to work, replacing my Y chromosomes with Xs. Two hours later, I'll wake up twenty kilos lighter and female, just as if I'd been born that way.
Changing back was just as easy.

I've Changed several times before, so It's no big deal, really. Piece of cake.
Serene, my Stylist, Changed every three or four months, but most people Changed much less frequently than that.
If you believe the statistics, three percent of the population never Changed at all during their lifetime.
A pity, really. They don't know what they're missing.

Why the Change?
My best friend Troy is male, as I am now, and he's absolutely beautiful--body and soul.
Over the last couple of years I've found my attraction to him growing deeper and deeper.
I'm in love!
The fly in my ointment is that he's a hetero, male-born, single-sexer.
In layman's terms, this means he was born male, he's one of the three percent who have no desire to Change, and he's only attracted to members of the opposite sex.
I, on the other hand, am a bisex, male-born, omni-sexer: I was born male, I'm attracted to both sexes, and I'm equally at home in a body of either sex.

Troy thinks of me now as a good buddy. Good ol' Jules, his best friend. I'm hoping he'll think of me differently after the Change.
There's not much time left to wait. I'm scared and excited all at once!
Jules is his best friend;
What is he going to think of Julia?

Saturday, September 27, 2003

How Do You Say Degroovy?

I love my new job!

I went in Wednesday night, after I went shopping for new work pants.
I was looking forward to it and dreading it all at once. Starting Over can be stressful if you're somebody who is intimidated by change, like I am.
It was my Training Day, so I expected one night of following the Head Wait around and watching how they do things--nothing to get all excited about.
It turned out to be the Head Wait following me around giving me helpful suggestions while I did everything.
It was a piece of cake. It wasn't anything I hadn't done hundreds of times before.
After awhile, I was getting pretty sick of waiting my trainer's tables while she kept all the tips. I know I was getting paid minimum wage instead of the server's rate for my training day, but I was doing almost all of the work!
It's not fair, I tell you!
I was annoyed, but there wasn't anything I could do about it.
Then, about two hours into the night one of the servers, Karen, had an abscessed tooth (or something--all I know is her face swelled up like a balloon) and was sent home. A manager went to the Head Wait who was training me and asked her if I could handle my own section. The Head Wait said I could and voila! I had my own section the very first night! Yay!
It was a good night and I ended up making decent money for the few hours I was actually in my own section.
I was off to a great start!

I worked a double shift on Thursday and during my shift Blondie came in and sat in my section!
It turns out there's more to the story of why Blondie quit than what I had heard.
Here's the scoop: Apparently, Eboni, a manager there, called Blondie "a skanky white bitch" for absolutely no reason! Because of that, and also because she made no money the entire night and they wouldn't let her take a break she walked out.
I think there's gotta be some kind of legal action she could take.
The statement Eboni made was racist. Before you get all up in arms about that last statement, just think about this:
Let me me say the word "black" in a way that could even be possibly construed as derogatory and let's see how fast I'd get canned!

Anyway, after work I just had to have a cocktail! I went to The Quest.
It was actually a lot of fun.
Woody this guy I met not too long ago was there. He seems really nice. For someone who has a boyfriend he's awful flirty, though! I think (but I'm not 100% sure) he grabbed my butt as I was hugging him goodbye!
Kenny, who used to tend bar at The Allegro was there too, and also a few other people I knew.
I drank a lot, but I didn't get sloppy drunk, and I didn't do anything I'd regret the next day! David was the Bartender and he actually leaped over the bar to give me a goodbye hug. He's so sweet!
It was a great night out. Best fun I've had in awhile.

I ran into my good friend Michael recently. He invited me to go to a Halloween Party at Sue and Bart's house.
I went to their Halloween party a couple of years ago and it was really fun.
You have to go in a costume, though--it's mandatory.
So, now I have to think of a really great costume.

I decided against going as Michael Jackson for a couple of reasons: I'm not as pale as him, so I'd have to put on a ton of whiteface to match his complexion; and, unlike Jacko, I actually have a nose.

I'm thinking about being a pirate, but we'll see. I have plenty of time to figure out something.

I got my new ID in the mail yesterday.
YAY! I'm a person again!

New Vocabulary Words

ghettoest (get-tO-ist), adj. Unable to be any more ghetto.
"Twaneesha is the ghettoest person I ever met."

habitated (ha-bi-tA-tid), v. Having people. (A variation of inhabited.)
"I wonder if that island is habitated."

More words will be coming as soon as I create them.

Wednesday, September 24, 2003


My archives are completely nucking futs!!
Somehow or other they reverted to an earlier version of my template, and some of the graphics for that template don't exist anymore, so the archives look simply dreadful.
I've republished several times to try to correct the problem, but no dice.

Some of my archive links don't work, but I know they're there because I can see them when I scroll through my posts!
Technology is wonderful and horrible all at once!

I just emailed Blogger about it. Hopefully they can advise me what to do.
Unfortunately, I don't have time to tinker with it now, I gotta roll!

Training Day

I got done all my paperwork for my new job.
Change of plans, though. I start training tonight instead of tomorrow.

I just got back from the store from buying the new tan khaki pants I need as part of the uniform. I have just enough time to shower change clothes and go back.

At least I'm getting it over with!

Tuesday, September 23, 2003

"Won't You Please Give?"

This is the funniest thing I've seen in some time.

Oral Sex Donations Accepted

Monday, September 22, 2003

Identity Crisis

OK, I got up early to go to the MVA Express downtown to get a new ID.
When I got to the Metro station, the incredibly rude woman behind the information desk informed me the they no longer have Expresses, and I had to go out to the county.

I hate the county.
I don't leave the Baltimore City limits unless I absolutely have to.
Unfortunately, I had to.

Alrighty, then!
The closest location of the MVA is in Essex, so I take the 23 bus and an eternity (or 45 minutes) later, I'm there.
The line at the MVA was snaking all the way out the door. When I finally get to the front of the line, I give the woman all of my documents: my birth certificate, 2 proofs of address, a vial of blood, a sample of urine, and a note from my Mom (just kidding about the last three, but they might as well have!) and I was given a number (a-200) and told to wait once again for my number to appear on the screen they have there.
They were at number a-51 when I sat down, and they didn't get to a-200 for an hour and forty minutes!
After all that I still didn't get my ID right then. It turns out they have to mail it to you, which takes 7 to 14 business days!

Not having ID is driving me crazy! I feel like I don't exist. Like I'm an illegal alien or something!
I can't go to any bars or clubs which might card me. I can't go see a R-Rated movie because all the theater's here card you. I even have to worry about being carded for cigarettes, which is downright ridiculous!

I'm not going to have any problem job-wise, though. They gave me a letter which states that a card with my name on it is coming soon, and the woman told me that Maryland law states that they can't refuse to hire me as long as I show my new employer the card as soon as it comes in the mail.
Whew! Was that a load off my mind!

I need a stiff drink after going through all of that!

OK, stuff that's in store:
Tomorrow is my last day at the restaurant I'm at now.
Wednesday I do my paperwork at the new place,
and Thursday is my first day!

I'm so excited!

Oooooh! That's Scary!

Scary Halloween Idea:

Go as Michael Jackson!
If that isn't scary, I don't know what is!

Saturday, September 20, 2003

U.S.A Capable

Thursday night was dead at work. It was like a ghost town in there. I was lucky to get 10 tables the entire night.
I hate it when it's that slow. Time just creeps.

Everybody was just freaking out about Hurricane Isabel.
"Oh, my God! Oh, my God!"
I never really freak out about the weather. I don't mind rain as long as I've got an umbrella and a raincoat. I hate heavy winds because it musses my hair. It's not the snow that I don't like, it's the coldness.
But weather is just weather. Nothing to get so upset about.

The restaraunt ended up closing at 8PM instead of 10. I know from experience the reason why they closed early was for lack of business and not the weather conditions.
The people who own my restaraunt are so money hungry that torrents of fire could have been falling out of the sky and molten magma been flowing towards us--but as long as customers keep coming in, we'll stay open.

The weather was pretty rotten. Lots of wind and rain. The MTA stopped running at 6PM and I had to get a ride home with a co-worker.
I don't have any gruesome stories to tell about it: No flooding, no power outages.
It was all more of an inconvenience than anything, really.

Right now I'm trying to think of something really incredible for G. and my Wedding (Commitment Ceremony) Anniversary which is October 1st.
It'll be four years! Holy smoke!
(They said it wouldn't last. We had to prove them wrong.)

It's a milestone for both of us, so it's just got to be special.

Thursday, September 18, 2003

Adventures In Wonderland

Not only an I having to deal with an uninvited guest coming over very very soon to muss up my hair and get me wet (and not in a good way) . . .

And not only am I kind of starting to stress (already!) about starting the new job next week . . .

But somehow, during my travels downtown yesterday, I lost my wallet.
So, I did what my hero Nancy Drew would do: retraced my steps, looked everywhere I could think of, traveled back and forth across town, asked people if they saw anything--but to no avail.
Ooooh! You don't know how mad I got at myself for being so careless. I was kickin' myself in the tail for hours.
I don't take my credit cards out with me (so I don't overspend), and I didn't put my money in there, I put it in my pocket instead, so it's not as bad as it could have been.
The worst thing about it was that my I.D. was in there!
Big deal. Very big deal.
This means that on my next day off (Monday) I'm going to have to haul my butt over to the MVA, fill out multiple forms, and wait in massive lines for most of the day.
Plus, it's going to set me back $20. Not a perfect way to spend a day off.

I'm usually so careful! I can't even remember the last time I lost my wallet, or my keys for that matter!
I'm going to be beating myself up about this for awhile, I can tell already!

Still, it has to be done. I need that I.D. for when I start my new job on Thursday.

Wonder Factoid Of The Day:

The underwater mating song of the toadfish is so loud that sometimes it can be heard by humans on the shore.

Wednesday, September 17, 2003

The Name Game

I did an analysis of my name and it seems to be pretty accurate.
Here's the result:
As James, you have a natural interest in the welfare of your fellow man, and a desire to help and serve others in a humanitarian way.
You are responsible and generous, although somewhat scattering and disorganized at times.
Any jobs involving any form of drudgery, dismay you.
In your work, you seek a position offering self-expression through contact with people, such as sales or customer service, or a position giving scope to your creative, artistic talents.
You are good-natured, sociable, and likeable, and people often confide in you and seek your advice in personal problems, with very good results.
Others sense your sincere interest and desire to help, and you can always be counted on to see the bright side of any problem.
You are the life of the party, you enjoy making others happy, and you never let your own problems "get you down" for any length of time, even though you do tend to worry too much at times.
Your optimism is a source of inspiration to others as well as yourself.
In close personal relationships you are thoughtful and considerate. However, your natural interest in others, coupled with your sympathetic reaction to problems, sometimes draws you into emotional situations which may be difficult to get out of.
Click here to analyze your name.

One Week

The countdown begins!
One week (7 days!) at my current job left to go!

It feels liberating and scary all at once! One minute I'm excited and the next I'm apprehensive.
The apprehension is . . .odd, really. I never expected to feel this!
I'll have to get used to a brand new crew, new managers, new ways of doing things. I just know I'm going to feel strange, awkward, and out of sorts until I get used to everything.

I revealed that I was leaving to my coworkers yesterday after putting my letter of resignation on the General Manager's desk.
Everybody seemed shocked that I was going, even though I had bitched and moaned and stated "I hate this place!" more times than I can count. I guess they didn't believe me!
Everybody said they were sad to see me go, and I'm sure I'll be sad too, once it actually happens. As much as I bitch about how lazy everyone is, I love them all in one way or another (with only one or two exceptions). We were a team. A kind of like a family. A sick, dysfunctional family, but a family nonetheless.
It feels like I'm abandonong them or something. And in a way, I guess I am.

Still, life goes on. I gotta do what's right for me.
Whatever it may bring,
Iwill live by my own policies.
I will sleep with a clear conscience.
I will sleep in peace.
"The Emperor's New Clothes"
--Sinead O'Connor

Tuesday, September 16, 2003

Question Of The Day:

"Do the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few?"

To Insure Prompt Service

Re: this article.
I've discussed tipping before, but only the "server" side of the story. Here's my deal on how I tip when I go out to a restaurant or club.
Servers: I'm a server myself, so when I go to a restaurant, I know (pretty much) what's going on "behind the scenes" and I know what my servers job entails because I do it myself every day.
I also know that the server's salary is more than likely around $2.38 an hour, just like me.
I know what good service is, and I expect it from my servers.
Good service is not that difficult to give!
Good service (more or less) consists of: a warm welcome (greeting), friendliness (personable), knowledge of the menu (specials, ingredients, how it's prepared), attentiveness, anticipating needs, and a "thank you" at the end.
That's it, really.
If I've gotten good service I leave at least 20% if not more.
If the service was adequate, but not phenomenal, 15%.
No matter how bad the service is, I always leave something, but I make sure I let the server know that if they expect more, they better do more to earn it.
(I confess, if the waiter is really really cute I'll give a couple dollars more. Wouldn't you?)

Bartenders: Service from bartenders is different. Their tip depends basically on how quickly they get to me, how personable they are, and the quality of the drink. My formula for tipping bartenders is pretty easy: I leave one dollar per drink.
That's pretty much all the time, even Happy Hour when the drinks are $1.50.

Taxi drivers: 10% of the fare is my usual tip for cabbies.
The only exception is the driver deliberately took a roundabout way to get me to my destination, or was rude, or a reckless driver.

At the salon: I don't go to the fancy hair places, so this is not something I know that much about.
Just how much do you give to the Shampoo Boy?

I Know You'll Miss Me Blind

This got typed up and was placed on my managers desk yesterday:
Septemer 15, 2003

To: Richard Caseres, General Manager
Re: Notification of termination of employment.

Dear Sir:

This letter is to notify you that due to other occupational opportunities, my last day of employment with Golden Corral will be Wednesday, September 24, 2003

Considering the fact that I am notifying you in advance and that I am an employee in good standing, I trust that in the event I should ever be desirous to return to Golden Corral, I shall be allowed to do so.

I also trust that in the even a potential employer should contact you in the future regarding my employment at Golden Corral, that I shall be given a favorable reference.

Thank you for the experience and opportunity.
Jim D. H-------

The second paragraph was just in case (God forbid) I should ever need to go back.
The way I'm feeling now, the only way I'm ever going back in there is if someone drags my cold, white dead corpse through the door.

I will so glad to say goodbye to that place forever.

Monday, September 15, 2003

Living In A World Full Of Stuff

Where to begin? OK, here's the skinney:

Blondie quit the other day.
I haven't had a chance to talk with her yet and she hasn't replied to my email, but I heard from a reliable source that she hadn't made any money that night because they stuck her in the slowest section of the restaurant and she was highly annoyed at that, plus she hadn't eaten all day and she was starving and they wouldn't let her take a break, so she went from merely annoyed to majorly pissed off and walked out.
This, of course, all happens on my day off.
Everybody there knows that Blondie and I are friends so everybody's been coming up and asking "Why did Blondie quit? What's the deal?"
and I'm like "I have no idea, you know more than I do at this point!", but I get the sneaking suspicion that everybody thinks I know the whole story, but I'm just not tellin'.
It's not true, but if they want to think it, who am I to disillusion them?
I'm going to miss working with her, though.

I took the weekend off from blogging to recharge the ol' batteries.
I'm kind of tired of the way this site looks. It needs a facelift.
I'm going over to BlogSkins and see if there's a template there I like.
I'm not going to hold my breath, though.
Whatever happens, I'm not gonna kill this blog.
(What do you call that, anyway? Blogicide?)

Shari Lewis, Johnny Cash, John Ritter.
These celebrity deaths are really bringing' me down.

I caught the VH1 special Vh1 Goes Inside: The Real World.
OK, here's my take on the whole "Reality Show" thing:
If you put cameras all around my apartment, had a camera crew follow me around 24/7, you have me go into a "diary room" with a camera and record all my thoughts about what's going on in my life every day, and you keep on doing that for 35 weeks, and then you edit and condense all that footage into 30 half-hour episodes, mix it with hit songs and add titles and voice-overs, my life would be dammed interesting!
So would anybody else's.

Wonder Factoid Of The Day:

An hour of sex burns up 360 calories.

Friday, September 12, 2003

Left of the Middle

I finally got some sleep around 3AM. Not enough, but it'll have to do.

I feel like such a bonehead at this point.
Because of what I'm about to do. See, I told her in a response to her post titled "What would you do?":
The light is either on or it's off. Your either pregnant, or your not. There is no such thing as "the Middle road".
And here I am, preparing to travel down that same road that I said never existed in the first place!
Here's the deal: after consulting with various "real life" people who know me and my situation, I had people telling me:

  • "Don't even give them notice! After all you put up with, do they even deserve it?"

  • "If you tell Mr. C. you're leaving he's liable to cut your hours way down --or not even put you on the schedule for next week. You know how he is!"

  • "Tell them after the new schedule is posted on Sunday. That gives them a week and a half, so it's some notice. And that way, your schedule or hours can't be cut."

    That last suggestion actually makes a lot of sense.
    There is a middle road after all, and that's the road I'm takin'.

    I so can't wait to start the new job.

  • I Can't Get No Sleep

    I'm singin' the insomnia song right now.
    And it's not a happy tune.
    And me without a Tylenol PM in the house!

    I knew I should've stopped at the bar for a cocktail on my way home.

    Thursday, September 11, 2003

    We Will Never Forget

    This says it all for me today.

    Wednesday, September 10, 2003

    And We Move On

    I just got back from my interview. After 5 minutes I realized it wasn't so much an interview, more like "orientation with your new manager".
    So it's a done deal. I'm in!
    I start at the new restaurant on Thursday, September 25th. She said she couldn't fit me on the schedule until then.
    I have to go in there the day before (the 24th) to fill out the paperwork and get my uniform, name tag, etc.
    SO, seeins that's 2 weeks away, I might as well go ahead and give my notice where I am now.
    I wasn't going to. As a matter of fact, I was looking forward to being bad, but maybe this is Fate's way of telling me to do the right thing.
    That darn Fate is having it's way with me yet again, dagnabit!

    I went out to The Quest last night after work.
    It was slow at the restaurant (as usual) and I got out of there extra early, so I thought "Why not?"
    The best part of it was I ran into Dave, the bartender, there on his day off.
    I dashed over and gave him a big hug and he says,
    "You give the best hugs ever!"
    And I replied, "Yours aren't so bad, either!"
    I've really gotten into hugging people.
    I never used to. My family isn't the "touchy-feely" sort, so I used to have this "complex" (for lack of a better word) about touching or being touched.
    I'm totally over that now, thank goodness!
    I've gotten so used to hugging all my friends that a handshake feels really weird to me now.
    Like some sort of strange "straight people" ritual.
    Anyway, it was very nice running into him.
    Nothing much was going on and I must've been more tired than I thought because I was yawning so much my jaw kept cracking, so I finished my second drink and went home to bed.
    Don't you just hate it when you yawn so big that your jaw is completely as open as it can get? It always reminds me of a snake getting ready to swallow a rat or something.

    Tuesday, September 09, 2003

    Flip It And Reverse It

    Summer is almost officially over, so any hope of me actually getting any kind of tan is totally out the window at this point.
    My ass is so white it glows in the dark!
    In comes in handy, actually! I don't need a nightlight when I go to the bathroom at 3 in the morning, my shiny white phosphorescent ass safely guides my way.

    Anyway, aside from that, things are looking up!
    My first interview at the other restaraunt went extremely well. I have an interview with the GM tomorrow at 1PM and if all goes well I'll get my uniform and start date.
    It's pretty much in the bag.

    As for the question of me taking the high road, (or not):
    I debated about this for awhile. My decision?
    Screw the high road!
    I wanna be bad.

    What's In A Name?

    When naming this blog, "Wonder Boy" was pretty much my first choice.
    Here is a list of names I rejected for one reason or another:
  • And So It Goes
  • Breakfast of Champions
  • Alpha Double Plus
  • Thoughtcrime
  • Inter / VIEW
  • There And Back Again
  • Lost Boy
  • Jimmy's Blog
  • "And So It Goes" and "Breakfast of Champions" were inspired by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr., one of my favorite authors; "Alpha Double Plus" is from Brave New World by Aldous Huxley; "Thoughtcrime" is from Orwell's 1984, "Inter / VIEW" was an homage to the late, great Andy Warhol; "There and Back Again" is the alternate title of The Hobbit by Tolkien, (the prequel to The Lord of the Rings); "Lost Boy" is from Peter Pan (and I would've beaten him to the title by a good year and a half.); and I rejected "Jimmy's Blog" because it was just boring and unimaginative.
    In retrospect I'm glad I chose "Wonder Boy" because the tone and look of this blog just wouldn't be the same had I chose something else.
    What's in a name?
    Alot, actually!

    Monday, September 08, 2003

    Quote Of The Day:

    From my buddy, Fireguy:
    "When you are sick of yourself, you need to go to the store and buy cheese that you have never eaten before."

    Dance, You Monkeys! Dance!

    Hey! I'm back again to fill your world with joy!
    OK, where to begin?

    On the job front: I filled out the application and I was planning on turning it in and getting interviewed Friday, but when I got to the restaraunt they were way too busy to interview me then, and I knew the weekend probably wouldn't be a good time, so in just a little while (right after I post this, actually) I'm going to get it over with.

    The drag show was great. What made it not as fabulous was that Blondie wasn't there. I waited and waited and she wasn't at the meeting place. (She didn't know how to get to Leon's, so I was meeting her down the street at a bus stop.) I waited a little more than a half hour and when she didn't show I figured she wasn't coming. Of course, it turns out if I'd waited only five more fuggin' minutes she would've been there, she was running a little late.
    I didn't know that at the time, though.
    Anyway, the show was great. There was quite a bit of tacky drag, as I had expected.
    One performer did a medley of Whitney Houston songs and she had white stuff around her right nostril and she would pause between songs to pretend to snort coke. Her number ended with police sirens and her running off the stage.
    Anyway, congratulations to Nicole Diamond, "Miss Leon's" 2003!

    I've been beating my head against the wall trying to decide if I should take the high road, be a good boy and give my two weeks notice, or throw caution to the wind, be a maverick and just quit.
    I haven't totally decided, but the low road is looking more and more appealing the more I look down it.
    The GM is such an @$$h0!e it's not even funny! I suggested to him that since we were slow at 6:30 yesterday, it might be a good idea to start breaks then instead of waiting until 8PM, because lately we've been getting a little rush about that time.
    He says "Yo, yo, yo, you know how we do it, yo. Naw, naw, naw. No breaks 'til 8, yo."
    (I'm not joking or exaggerating, this is exactly how he talks! Every other word is the"M.F." words, or the "F" word, and he calls everyone either "Yo", "Bro", or "Boo". He thinks he's black, but he's actually Puerto Rican.)
    So what happens? 8PM comes around, half of the servers go on break, and not even five minutes later a line forms at the door, just like I predicted.
    We dealt with it and everything was OK, but it could have gone so much smoother.
    It's just so annoying. Dealing with him is like trying to explain an algebra equation to a baboon, but for some inexplicable reason the baboon happens to be in charge.
    I don't know how much more of that I can stand.

    Anyway, I'm off for my interview.
    Wish me luck, OK?

    Friday, September 05, 2003


    It's time to shake things up a bit.
    I am mad tired of waiting for the new restaraunt (Serendipity 2) to open. It's been "coming soon" for over three months!
    It woulda been nice, but I need to do something now!

    I'm thouroughly disgusted with the money I'm making where I'm at, and the "working conditions" couldn't be worse, SO I'm applying at the restaraunt down the street this afternoon, and I'll probably be interviewed at the same time.
    It's a "family steakhouse" just like where I am now.
    Yes, I know from experience that every restaraunt is different, with different ways of doing things, but I'm very adaptable. I don't forsee any difficulties.
    I think it would be good for me.
    Reinvigorate me, even.

    The only dilemma I'm having is whether or not to jive my two weeks notice, or to just up and quit.
    Believe me, I'd really love the satisfaction of throwing my apron at the GM and saying "Take this job and shove it! I quit!"
    How dramatic!
    I'm not much of a "Drama Queen", and it's so out of character for me, but it sounds like fun, doesn't it?
    In all my years of working I've never done that!
    On the other hand, I don't want to "burn my bridges" just in case things don't work out.
    Then I'm thinkin' why would I even want to go back? I've never had any problem finding a job. Screw them!
    Then I think what if I absoloutely had to. If I just up and quit, that's one less option I have.
    I can't do anything without a big debate in my head about it first.

    The circus is in town, so we're either going to be very busy or very slow at the restaraunt the next two days.
    I'm hoping busy, 'cause I got bills to pay.

    I'm working tomorrow morning and afternoon, then I'm taking Blondie to the drag show at Leon's, and then I'm working a double shift on Sunday.
    I'm going to be one tired boy by the time this weekend is over.

    Thursday, September 04, 2003

    Anagrams For "wonder boy":

    body owner, rowdy bone, row beyond, obey Dr. now, Rob Downey (!), downer boy, woo by nerd, drew on boy, and my personal favorite: do yon brew
    I'm going do "do yon brew" after work at the bar tonight.

    Wednesday, September 03, 2003

    Every Day I wake Up And I Thank God For Making Me So Fabulous!

    I'm not that full of myself, it's just I'm in a reaallly good mood!
    Have you ever been in a great mood and it lasts all day no matter what crazy things happen?
    This morning was a textbook case of Murphy's Law: hair not looking right, cut my face open (again) because the razor blade I was using was two weeks old, missed the bus this morning, etc. and through it all I've had a spring in my step and a smile on my face.
    I'm not knocking it, though.
    It's alot better than the reverse.

    Who's That Guy?

    Who's my "hot guy o' the month"?
    It's Shane West, who I saw recently in the film A Walk To Remember, which was much better than I thought it would be, actually.
    He's so cute!

    Tuesday, September 02, 2003

    There's Nothing To It!

    I had a great Labor Day.
    The most great thing about it is I didn't labor!
    By an amazing stroke of luck they scheduled me off yesterday, so I celebrated by sleeping until noon, and then lying around my apartment in my underwear watching TV.
    Lazy, lazy, lazy!
    I know I should probably be ashamed of myself for doing an impression of a vegetable for an entire day, but anything I thought about doing seemed more trouble than it was worth.
    Plus, it's not like I do it all the time.

    I'm so looking forward to the "Miss Leon's" Contest this Saturday night at 9PM.
    I missed last years and apparently it was quite an event.
    Lots of tacky drag! It will probably be one of those "So awful it's funny" type of things.
    Oh, the irony!
    My girl Blondie told me she's never seen a drag show, so i'm taking her with me. She's going to meet me somewhere and we're going together, unless she has to work.
    She's supposed to let me know as soon as she knows her schedule.

    The lease is up at my apartment building soon, so I'm thinking of moving.
    I've got my Apartment Shopper's Guide and I'm seeing what's out there.
    I need a change of scenery, I think.

    A Five Minute Story

    Sing Ho! For the life of a Bear!

    He had already seen the lions, tigers, and giraffes.
    The even went to the monkey house and he got a glimpse of a orangutan doing something that could make hair grow on it's palms, before his mother put her hand over his eyes and led him to another cage.
    He was ready to go home, he decided.
    After all the excitement of the day he was tired and a little sleepy. This was normally the time his mother made him take his mid-day nap.
    He was just about to tell his mother he was ready when he spotted the polar bears.
    He was surprised they weren't really white like milk or powdered sugar like the picture in his book at home. ("P" is for Polar Bear.)
    They were more of a dirty pale yellow color.
    He watched them swim in the pool of water in front of their little zoo house that resembled something like a cross between a cave and an igloo.
    He stood enraptured just watching them swim back and forth.
    They looked happy, he thought.
    He watched them swimming and it seemed to him as though they were smiling.
    "Sing Ho! For the life of a bear!" he thought, which was from one of the Pooh books his mother read to him.
    As he watched, one of the bears came out of the water and lounged on a large white rock and looked at him lazily.
    He yawned.
    "Ready to go home, honey? You've had a long day." his mother asked.
    He nodded and yawned again.
    His mother took his hand and led him toward the exit.

    Monday, September 01, 2003

    I Won't Worry My Life Away

    This Song is my own personal anthem.
    It totally expresses my philosopy on Life, The Universe, and Everything.