WHAT A CRAZY FUCKING WEEKEND. . .
Let's see. . . Friday night, I had plans with Manuel, when lo and behold, I found out he has a boyfriend. Grr. . . well, the boyfriend seemed nice, at least. Whatever.
Saturday, I helped my high school friend Stephanie move, then showed up to see an ok Rhythm & Blues band, drank some free beer (a payment for helping her move). I left Dogtown around 11:30 or so to go to Magnolia's to celebrate my friend Jill's 23rd birthday. And of course, despite all this, I made it home by around 1:30 or so.
Sunday was pretty much a boring day, but the weekend ended on a good note. For one, I got to talk to one of my online buddies, Alex, who I hadn't talked to since Christmastime. Warmed my cockles, cause I'd actually missed talking to him, and he came to the chat room to search me down. Hopefully, when he gets back from Chicago, we'll be able to hang out and have a good ol' time.
In other news, I'm also talking to a law student at Wash U, and an econ & soc major from SLU. (Of course, that lil' bitch keeps mocking my bisexuality. So much, that he just calls me, "B" ... lol) So, as usual, I have possibilities even in the midst of shocking news.
Ok, time to shower, and read, and go to class. We're going to a jazz concert tonight, so I'll give you the 411 when I get back. And maybe, just maybe, I'll do the new monday mission for ya.
1/26/2003
Emode's Original Inkblot Test
Jay, your unconscious mind is driven most by Sexuality
What this means is that when your unconscious mind sees an opportunity to remind you of your sexual desires, it takes full advantage of it. Because of this, things that have very little sexual content or that seem sexually neutral to others, may register as sexually charged to you, at least on an unconscious level.
Your unconscious mind recognizes the value of sexuality. The reason it may do so, is because of a deep-rooted fear of the opposite ? living a life that is numb to sexual desire or is turned cold by it. You unconscious mind may be trying to avoid this sexual dullness, and so it reacts by swinging to the opposite extreme, strong sexual desire. By sending you these sexual messages on a regular basis, your unconscious makes sure you don't forget about sex.
If you view your sexual desire with a positive attitude, you can welcome the vitality and strength sexual thoughts can bring into your life. This would allow you to honor the drive your unconscious has chosen to be an important focus for you. It is a message that you are very much alive, and have a great deal of passion to bring to life.
Though your unconscious mind is driven most strongly by Sexuality, there is much more to who you are at your core.
Hrm. I don't know about this one. I think that it's odd that there were very few times I chose the sexual response for most of the inkblots shown. Although, I'm sure this doesn't surprise anyone who knows me, either in real life, or just from being a regular reader. lol
Jay, your unconscious mind is driven most by Sexuality
What this means is that when your unconscious mind sees an opportunity to remind you of your sexual desires, it takes full advantage of it. Because of this, things that have very little sexual content or that seem sexually neutral to others, may register as sexually charged to you, at least on an unconscious level.
Your unconscious mind recognizes the value of sexuality. The reason it may do so, is because of a deep-rooted fear of the opposite ? living a life that is numb to sexual desire or is turned cold by it. You unconscious mind may be trying to avoid this sexual dullness, and so it reacts by swinging to the opposite extreme, strong sexual desire. By sending you these sexual messages on a regular basis, your unconscious makes sure you don't forget about sex.
If you view your sexual desire with a positive attitude, you can welcome the vitality and strength sexual thoughts can bring into your life. This would allow you to honor the drive your unconscious has chosen to be an important focus for you. It is a message that you are very much alive, and have a great deal of passion to bring to life.
Though your unconscious mind is driven most strongly by Sexuality, there is much more to who you are at your core.
Hrm. I don't know about this one. I think that it's odd that there were very few times I chose the sexual response for most of the inkblots shown. Although, I'm sure this doesn't surprise anyone who knows me, either in real life, or just from being a regular reader. lol
1/24/2003
HEH HEH HEH. . .(INSERT EVIL LAUGH HERE. . .)
Thanks to Franki for the link.
So which letter of the alphabet matches YOUR personality, huh?
Thanks to Franki for the link.
1/23/2003
YIKES, I WAS AT LEAST EXPECTING 75% WHORE. . .
All whore! You little slut. You give whores a bad name (just kidding!).
You will nail anything if it means a new sex experience. You've had sex with almost every one you know and often travel to find new partners.
You've probably bared all online more than once and are well on your way to starring your own line of porn flicks.
You are a total sexual superstar! You are great at being on top, giving head, and doing it with the same sex.
What Do Girls Whisper Behind Your Back? Virgin or Whore Quiz Tells All!
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Hrm. . . once again, my reputation precedes me. . .
You Are 100% Whore!
All whore! You little slut. You give whores a bad name (just kidding!).
You will nail anything if it means a new sex experience. You've had sex with almost every one you know and often travel to find new partners.
You've probably bared all online more than once and are well on your way to starring your own line of porn flicks.
You are a total sexual superstar! You are great at being on top, giving head, and doing it with the same sex.
What Do Girls Whisper Behind Your Back? Virgin or Whore Quiz Tells All!
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Hrm. . . once again, my reputation precedes me. . .
DAMMIT, THE FUCKED UP SLEEP SCHEDULE STILL WON, I THINK. . .
I stayed up all night last night, and tried not to nap this afternoon, to get my sleep schedule in some sort of normal order again. Grr. . . it didn't work. I napped around 2 or so, and didn't wake up till it was nearly time for class. And then of course, my car was doing stupid poopie things in the snow and cold weather, so I'm home now, as I didn't want to end up stranded in downtown Saint Louis at 9:30, in case my car wouldn't start (it kept dying on the way to class). Really, it's just another reason why I'm so happy these days. Really.
But in my late night insomnia, I was watching Donahue on MSNBC. Now, he's a little more liberal than most cable news shows, and the topics are always interesting. I just wish that he'd stop being like the O'Reilly's and Chris Matthews' of the news spectrum. Since when was it informative to yell over people trying to explain their side? That frustrates me. It may be mildly entertaining to see these people have the equivalent of a coronary on national television, but it's infuriating for a guy like me, who actually *does* want to hear both sides of an issue.
So anyway, the topic last night was "Angry White Men", and a debate about whether the United States should have an official language, English. As far as I know, we are one of the few western countries that does not have an official language. I've read the transcript, and I think my view is still that as a country whose ideals promote (or rather, attempt to promote) tolerance, we don't need an official language. I enjoy the fact that people who can still speak their native language. It's a sign of retaining your culture. And as Americans, I think that we should embrace those differences.
For example, there's a large Serbo-Croatian (Bosnian) population in South Saint Louis increasing over the past ten years or so. For my part, I'm still planning on learning the language, in an attempt to communicate. Of course, my stuck-in-their-ways parents, think the same way that those in the show think: "If you're in the country, learn the language," is something I've heard over and over for years. Whateva.
One point made that I thought was both interesting and true, is that most other countries have a strong sense of American history and culture, but we don't have any ideas about hardly *any* other countries. Including our neighbors to the north and south, Canada and Mexico. The only ideas we have about Canada is. . uh.. . hockey? And Mexico's where tacos are from, right? We are so self-involved as a country, we don't make any effort to learn about other countries. We are brought up learning English, whereas most European countries teach at least three languages to their citizens. English, their language of origin, and one other, usually depending on their location in the EU. (For example, Dzenana, [pronounced "J'naa-na"] grew up speaking Serbo-Croatian, German, and some English. She wasn't fluent by any means, but she knew enough to get by when she first moved over here at age 17.)
And one other thing. . . George Bush was speaking Spanish fluently? If only he could master the English language with such fluency. (Sorry, the requisite GW slam was just aching to be said)
I stayed up all night last night, and tried not to nap this afternoon, to get my sleep schedule in some sort of normal order again. Grr. . . it didn't work. I napped around 2 or so, and didn't wake up till it was nearly time for class. And then of course, my car was doing stupid poopie things in the snow and cold weather, so I'm home now, as I didn't want to end up stranded in downtown Saint Louis at 9:30, in case my car wouldn't start (it kept dying on the way to class). Really, it's just another reason why I'm so happy these days. Really.
But in my late night insomnia, I was watching Donahue on MSNBC. Now, he's a little more liberal than most cable news shows, and the topics are always interesting. I just wish that he'd stop being like the O'Reilly's and Chris Matthews' of the news spectrum. Since when was it informative to yell over people trying to explain their side? That frustrates me. It may be mildly entertaining to see these people have the equivalent of a coronary on national television, but it's infuriating for a guy like me, who actually *does* want to hear both sides of an issue.
So anyway, the topic last night was "Angry White Men", and a debate about whether the United States should have an official language, English. As far as I know, we are one of the few western countries that does not have an official language. I've read the transcript, and I think my view is still that as a country whose ideals promote (or rather, attempt to promote) tolerance, we don't need an official language. I enjoy the fact that people who can still speak their native language. It's a sign of retaining your culture. And as Americans, I think that we should embrace those differences.
For example, there's a large Serbo-Croatian (Bosnian) population in South Saint Louis increasing over the past ten years or so. For my part, I'm still planning on learning the language, in an attempt to communicate. Of course, my stuck-in-their-ways parents, think the same way that those in the show think: "If you're in the country, learn the language," is something I've heard over and over for years. Whateva.
One point made that I thought was both interesting and true, is that most other countries have a strong sense of American history and culture, but we don't have any ideas about hardly *any* other countries. Including our neighbors to the north and south, Canada and Mexico. The only ideas we have about Canada is. . uh.. . hockey? And Mexico's where tacos are from, right? We are so self-involved as a country, we don't make any effort to learn about other countries. We are brought up learning English, whereas most European countries teach at least three languages to their citizens. English, their language of origin, and one other, usually depending on their location in the EU. (For example, Dzenana, [pronounced "J'naa-na"] grew up speaking Serbo-Croatian, German, and some English. She wasn't fluent by any means, but she knew enough to get by when she first moved over here at age 17.)
And one other thing. . . George Bush was speaking Spanish fluently? If only he could master the English language with such fluency. (Sorry, the requisite GW slam was just aching to be said)
1/22/2003
AHA! THE MYSTERYIS SOLVED!
Ok, I've found a good reason for being up at 5 am. . . HOMESTAR RUNNER IS BACK ONLINE!
This of course means that a new Strong Bad Email is up. Hurrah! I was going through withdrawals, I think.
Ok, I've found a good reason for being up at 5 am. . . HOMESTAR RUNNER IS BACK ONLINE!
This of course means that a new Strong Bad Email is up. Hurrah! I was going through withdrawals, I think.
OK, IT'S FOUR-THIRTY IN THE MORNING, AND I'M STILL NOT ASLEEP FOR THE THIRD NIGHT IN A ROW. . .
It's official, ladies and gentleman, God hates me. Betty Bowers would be SO proud. At this point, I think I'm just gonna try to stick it out, and stay awake all morning. I'll show you, my fucked up sleep schedule!
It's official, ladies and gentleman, God hates me. Betty Bowers would be SO proud. At this point, I think I'm just gonna try to stick it out, and stay awake all morning. I'll show you, my fucked up sleep schedule!
I GO THROUGH THIS EVERY TIME I GET LAZY, AND DON'T SHAVE FOR A FEW DAYS . . .
Funny stuff. Thanks to those crazy kids at eastwest for the saga of facial hair.
Funny stuff. Thanks to those crazy kids at eastwest for the saga of facial hair.
BUT BEFORE THE SOAPBOX. . .
1) Alas, I thought Bob was becoming a Drag Queen for the day, but no such luck. Actually, that's probably a good thing. Check out this week's Suburban Fringe.
2) Apparently, Dan Savage was placating to his actress/waitress demographic this week, but this week's Savage Love is great. If I had the money to spend some time in NY, I'd love to send in a tape for The Sex Film Project. I loved John Cameron Mitchell's work in the hi-larious Hedwig and The Angry Inch, and I can't wait to see the new movie, nonetheless.
3) I'm outta cigarettes. Every time I'm out of cigarettes, I think "That was the last pack, forever!" But it never is. Grrr.
1) Alas, I thought Bob was becoming a Drag Queen for the day, but no such luck. Actually, that's probably a good thing. Check out this week's Suburban Fringe.
2) Apparently, Dan Savage was placating to his actress/waitress demographic this week, but this week's Savage Love is great. If I had the money to spend some time in NY, I'd love to send in a tape for The Sex Film Project. I loved John Cameron Mitchell's work in the hi-larious Hedwig and The Angry Inch, and I can't wait to see the new movie, nonetheless.
3) I'm outta cigarettes. Every time I'm out of cigarettes, I think "That was the last pack, forever!" But it never is. Grrr.
HRRMM.. . RE: THE BLOGWHORE CONTEST
Well, I'm ashamed to say, but the sucking up aspect has kind of given me a blog identity crisis. I'm getting the feeling that my blog isn't quite up to snuff.
Rannie, your pics and site in general are phenomenal.
Jill (I resisted the urge to call you "Jilly," as I don't even know ya) , your words are amazing.
Christine, I love sporks too.
Philo, I love the idea of your site, and all the wonderful posts within. I don't know if I were a blogwhore, if I'd be able to live up to the standard you've already set.
and of course, Shel, you have been one of my daily reads since I discovered your blog. Your funny, cute, and of course, live many miles away from me.
Knowing that kickass competition like Chris is out there, I'm getting the feeling that I'm fighting a losing battle.
Where does all this come from, you ask? I was looking at various blogs in my ridiculously long blogroll, and realized that my blog doesn't really fit into any category. I'm not a pundit, espousing on any current political or social issues; I'm not hi-larious in this forum, as I my humor has always been about (relatively) quick wit and sarcasm; and I don't even share that much with my readers, except the random shit that goes on in my life. I'm just a kid that knows very little HTML, and just posts sporadically to begin with.
And to top it all off, I don't even have much feedback for encouragement. . . for those few readers who *do* read on a regular basis, where are the comments? I need me some validation.
*le sigh* I hate when I get in these moods. . . I'm sure my melancholy doesn't bode for much reading entertainment. . .
Luckily I do have a rant in the works. Just give me a moment to figure out how to bitch intelligently.
PS. The New Year's Resolution looks like it's starting, albeit a little late, on a good note.
Well, I'm ashamed to say, but the sucking up aspect has kind of given me a blog identity crisis. I'm getting the feeling that my blog isn't quite up to snuff.
Rannie, your pics and site in general are phenomenal.
Jill (I resisted the urge to call you "Jilly," as I don't even know ya) , your words are amazing.
Christine, I love sporks too.
Philo, I love the idea of your site, and all the wonderful posts within. I don't know if I were a blogwhore, if I'd be able to live up to the standard you've already set.
and of course, Shel, you have been one of my daily reads since I discovered your blog. Your funny, cute, and of course, live many miles away from me.
Knowing that kickass competition like Chris is out there, I'm getting the feeling that I'm fighting a losing battle.
Where does all this come from, you ask? I was looking at various blogs in my ridiculously long blogroll, and realized that my blog doesn't really fit into any category. I'm not a pundit, espousing on any current political or social issues; I'm not hi-larious in this forum, as I my humor has always been about (relatively) quick wit and sarcasm; and I don't even share that much with my readers, except the random shit that goes on in my life. I'm just a kid that knows very little HTML, and just posts sporadically to begin with.
And to top it all off, I don't even have much feedback for encouragement. . . for those few readers who *do* read on a regular basis, where are the comments? I need me some validation.
*le sigh* I hate when I get in these moods. . . I'm sure my melancholy doesn't bode for much reading entertainment. . .
Luckily I do have a rant in the works. Just give me a moment to figure out how to bitch intelligently.
PS. The New Year's Resolution looks like it's starting, albeit a little late, on a good note.
1/20/2003
NOW THAT MY BITCHIN'S OUT OF THE WAY. . .
Time for my update on what I did this weekend, as if anyone besides Jen and Jaimee are *really* interested . . .lol. Saturday, Greg and I went out to Magnolia's, where, according to "Dinner Mike", "fags go to die." And I'd have to agree wholeheartedly. The bar was dead. And the whole reason I went was to see Jill, my old high school friend. However, I was not going to pay $3 to enter the cabaret, just to say hi. No, I'm not cheap, but I've been on a limited budget since unemployment began.
Ok, so back to mags. Greg and I had a jolly ol' time as usual, drinking beer, and playing darts and pool. Left around 1 (not 2, I was mistaken), came home, chatted with a few people for a while, then tried to sleep. Unsuccessfully, I might add.
Sunday, I just kind laid around and was lazy, then went over to a new friend's house, and watched Amelie. I'd tried to watch it once at Mike's, but fell asleep. Stayed awake for the entire movie this time, then went home.
(BTW, for those of you who know my movie watching technique, I really did just watch the movie. The new friend is 41, and there's absolutely no sexual attraction. We'd just been talking online for a few weeks, and he's funny, and thinks I'm funny. Everyone knows that's the biggest part of being my friend. Make sure you laugh at my jokes.)
I've been trying to pay tribute to all the Blogwhore judges, but I'm not being very creative these days. My apologies.
I'll try to think of something, though. :)
Time for my update on what I did this weekend, as if anyone besides Jen and Jaimee are *really* interested . . .lol. Saturday, Greg and I went out to Magnolia's, where, according to "Dinner Mike", "fags go to die." And I'd have to agree wholeheartedly. The bar was dead. And the whole reason I went was to see Jill, my old high school friend. However, I was not going to pay $3 to enter the cabaret, just to say hi. No, I'm not cheap, but I've been on a limited budget since unemployment began.
Ok, so back to mags. Greg and I had a jolly ol' time as usual, drinking beer, and playing darts and pool. Left around 1 (not 2, I was mistaken), came home, chatted with a few people for a while, then tried to sleep. Unsuccessfully, I might add.
Sunday, I just kind laid around and was lazy, then went over to a new friend's house, and watched Amelie. I'd tried to watch it once at Mike's, but fell asleep. Stayed awake for the entire movie this time, then went home.
(BTW, for those of you who know my movie watching technique, I really did just watch the movie. The new friend is 41, and there's absolutely no sexual attraction. We'd just been talking online for a few weeks, and he's funny, and thinks I'm funny. Everyone knows that's the biggest part of being my friend. Make sure you laugh at my jokes.)
I've been trying to pay tribute to all the Blogwhore judges, but I'm not being very creative these days. My apologies.
I'll try to think of something, though. :)
UGGH. . .
This has been the weirdest weekend for me. I haven't done much else, besides sleep. Grrr. . . For the past two days, I've been up till 5 or so, and slept till 2 or 3. Dallas, in his psychology-degree way, has of course, self-diagnosed depression. And he's probably right. It's been a shitty few weeks for Naked Jay, as the job offers aren't coming in. (Also, the men and women aren't rolling in either, but that's a completely separate issue of my insecurities.) Of course, I could go back to temping, but I think I'll stick it out for at least this week. Then, I'm calling ajilon and accountemps by Thursday. Keep your fingers crossed, dear readers, that the police dept. calls this week!
This has been the weirdest weekend for me. I haven't done much else, besides sleep. Grrr. . . For the past two days, I've been up till 5 or so, and slept till 2 or 3. Dallas, in his psychology-degree way, has of course, self-diagnosed depression. And he's probably right. It's been a shitty few weeks for Naked Jay, as the job offers aren't coming in. (Also, the men and women aren't rolling in either, but that's a completely separate issue of my insecurities.) Of course, I could go back to temping, but I think I'll stick it out for at least this week. Then, I'm calling ajilon and accountemps by Thursday. Keep your fingers crossed, dear readers, that the police dept. calls this week!
1/18/2003
MIKE, I'VE MISSED YOU!
Last night, Dallas and I hung out with Mike till all hours, eating frozen pizza, drinking crappy beer (bud light in a can, and Dallas suffered through Tequiza), and watching Daria and muscular semi-naked boys on Tough Enough III.
So, after spending an hour on I-64/40 (and traveling 3 miles, in horribly slow traffic, thanks to an accident), I turned around, went down I-44, and made it there in about 20 minutes. All well, it was worth the traffic. I hadn't seen Mike (Movie Mike, to you, Jaimee) in a few months, and last night was similar to when Mike, Dallas, and I first met, and just hung out together. It was nice. We goofed off, played Perfection and it's bastardized sibling, "Superfection," and just caught up on each other. It's been a while since I've been able to just enjoy their company without having to attend to a bar atmosphere.
I guess, deep down, I'm just a simple guy.
Last night, Dallas and I hung out with Mike till all hours, eating frozen pizza, drinking crappy beer (bud light in a can, and Dallas suffered through Tequiza), and watching Daria and muscular semi-naked boys on Tough Enough III.
So, after spending an hour on I-64/40 (and traveling 3 miles, in horribly slow traffic, thanks to an accident), I turned around, went down I-44, and made it there in about 20 minutes. All well, it was worth the traffic. I hadn't seen Mike (Movie Mike, to you, Jaimee) in a few months, and last night was similar to when Mike, Dallas, and I first met, and just hung out together. It was nice. We goofed off, played Perfection and it's bastardized sibling, "Superfection," and just caught up on each other. It's been a while since I've been able to just enjoy their company without having to attend to a bar atmosphere.
I guess, deep down, I'm just a simple guy.
1/17/2003
UGGH. . .YET ANOTHER REASON WHY I NEED TO MOVE OUT. . .
Besides, the obvious (no privacy, parents in general), I was quickly reminded of another reason why I must move out:
Tonight, in a one-sided discussion on race and affirmative action (i.e., I was wrong, because I haven't experienced as much as my Dad), my dear pater uttered this phrase when discussing Bill O'Reilly: "Yeah, he's good, because he knows what's up."
*Shudder* That's one phrase that will *never* be uttered, unless in jest, in my house.
Besides, the obvious (no privacy, parents in general), I was quickly reminded of another reason why I must move out:
Tonight, in a one-sided discussion on race and affirmative action (i.e., I was wrong, because I haven't experienced as much as my Dad), my dear pater uttered this phrase when discussing Bill O'Reilly: "Yeah, he's good, because he knows what's up."
*Shudder* That's one phrase that will *never* be uttered, unless in jest, in my house.
ARRGH!!!
Frickin blogger. I had a post last night that I *thought* posted, but apparently not. And of course, since I wrote it at 2 am, I'm sure it was horribly poigniant. For those of you who care, the new Friday Five is up. I'm opting out of it, cause it just depresses this out-of-work losa. Time for laundry.
Frickin blogger. I had a post last night that I *thought* posted, but apparently not. And of course, since I wrote it at 2 am, I'm sure it was horribly poigniant. For those of you who care, the new Friday Five is up. I'm opting out of it, cause it just depresses this out-of-work losa. Time for laundry.
1/15/2003
I'M THINKING OF JUST CHANGING THE NAME OF MY BLOG TO "ORAL FIXATIONS"
GOOD LORD. . .
You're extremely oral (like you didn't know that!)
You love going down... on girls and guys!
You're not one to be too naughty in public -
You like to save it all for the bedroom.
What Piercing Are *You*?
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Between this quiz and this one, you'd think all I do all day is play with my tongue ring. . .and you'd be right. Even after two years of having this baby, I still love playing around with it.
GOOD LORD. . .
You Are A Tongue Piercing
You're extremely oral (like you didn't know that!)
You love going down... on girls and guys!
You're not one to be too naughty in public -
You like to save it all for the bedroom.
What Piercing Are *You*?
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Between this quiz and this one, you'd think all I do all day is play with my tongue ring. . .and you'd be right. Even after two years of having this baby, I still love playing around with it.
*SIGH*
what's YOUR deepest secret?
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Well, at least now Erica and Chaitna will be even more excited to see me, I guess. (Nice rack, girls.)
Thanks, of course, goes out to Todd for the new quiz.
what's YOUR deepest secret?
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Well, at least now Erica and Chaitna will be even more excited to see me, I guess. (Nice rack, girls.)
Thanks, of course, goes out to Todd for the new quiz.
YIKES . . .
If this is the competition I'm up against, my blogwhore days may be over before they started. So I think I shall try a different tactic: Attention readers, both the loyal fans (I love you), and the ones that click on me inadvertantly, before discovering that this site does *Not* have pics of "jay lo naked," I have a request. Mention how *great* you think I am in your blogs (oral favors to come later, if I win). Sound good? I thought so. And maybe, if you're lucky, I'll pony up for a Tiggler, to make my thanks *extra special*.
And if nothing else, start up with the comments, again, folks. I need to be validated that what you read is funny/psychotic/insightful/etc. Validate me! Validate me!
If this is the competition I'm up against, my blogwhore days may be over before they started. So I think I shall try a different tactic: Attention readers, both the loyal fans (I love you), and the ones that click on me inadvertantly, before discovering that this site does *Not* have pics of "jay lo naked," I have a request. Mention how *great* you think I am in your blogs (oral favors to come later, if I win). Sound good? I thought so. And maybe, if you're lucky, I'll pony up for a Tiggler, to make my thanks *extra special*.
And if nothing else, start up with the comments, again, folks. I need to be validated that what you read is funny/psychotic/insightful/etc. Validate me! Validate me!
OOH, OOH. . .ONE MORE THING. . .
I start my Business Law class tonight. I'm totally excited. Although I'm sure you're aware, as I'm a big, silly, ridiculous, living-through-everyone-else, law groupie.
I start my Business Law class tonight. I'm totally excited. Although I'm sure you're aware, as I'm a big, silly, ridiculous, living-through-everyone-else, law groupie.
NEXT TIME, TRY THE BEAR. . .
Another classic. Check out this week's Suburban Fringe. Luckily, Bob is smart enough to think about how a conversation would turn out *before* he speaks. I would just ramble, and hope for the best.
I like boobies. Apparently, so does last night's birthday boy, Greg Hickman.
Another classic. Check out this week's Suburban Fringe. Luckily, Bob is smart enough to think about how a conversation would turn out *before* he speaks. I would just ramble, and hope for the best.
I like boobies. Apparently, so does last night's birthday boy, Greg Hickman.
WHAT'S NEXT ON THE UPDATE LIST? OH, THAT'S RIGHT:
Saint Louis, and Trannies.
First of all, this post is all kind of related, so hopefully, I can segue well. This month's issue of Business 2.0 has quite a few mentions of Saint Louis. One article talks about Helmuth, Obata + Kassabaum, quite possibly the best employer I've ever had. (Ok, so it was actually talking about HOK Sport, based in Kansas City, but just go with it) There was another article about Schnucks, a local grocery chain, and the new way they utilize inventory.
(Segue #1)
Schnucks got into a recent tiff with a local GLBT newspaper, The Vital Voice. Apparently, the store stocks all kinds of free, locally published magazines, such as The St. Louis American, and The Riverfront Times. But Schnucks won't stock this one. They claim they don't have room, but of course, the GLBT "community" disagrees, and is crying discrimination. I, myself, don't find it to be a huge deal, because as someone who frequents gay bars, I can always pick up a copy. But I do see the point: if you're out of the closet, or an infant/teenager/adult who's trying to discover who you are sexually, shouldn't you have access to information?
(Segue #2)
In the last issue of the Vital Voice, apparently there was an article about taking the "T" out of GLBT [for those of you who aren't getting the acronym, it stands for Gay Lesbian Bisexual and Trans(gender, although I've also heard it referring to transsexuals too). I prefer "queer" above any acroynms, however un-PC I might be.] This week, there was a rebuttal among the commentary. Basically, the director of PROMO said that all people who are discriminated against because of their sexuality and gender should be protected. And I agree, wholeheartedly. He makes the mention that most gay and lesbian people are discriminated because they don't "look straight" (and act straight, for some). Again, I agree. But I think the biggest problem among the gay "community" is that we all expect to band together because of sexuality. And that's something that I have a problem with. Saying that I have SO much in common with all men that have sex with other men is a bit ridiculous. Maybe it's because I can "pass" as straight. Maybe because I don't identify my sexual behavior as a part of my identity.
But if sexual behavior is what we are supposed to rally behind as a community, then where do transgendered people fit? Being transgendered isn't necessarily based on sex. In fact, the best definition that I've found is that transgendered people are those who don't fit society's standard of gender stereotypes, masculine and/or feminine. Well, last I checked, any time I kiss a man, I'm not falling into society's standards of masculinity. Does that make me transgendered? Nope. But I could easily claim as much if I felt discriminated against because of it. Transgendered is something that isn't really defined by action, but by a state of being, at best. Although, i guess being gay, lesbian or bisexual is, too, to an extent. If I were celebate, I'd still be bisexual, because of my attraction to both men and women. But I think that in those situations, there are still outward actions you make (whether it's just a turn of the head or a long stare), even if they're hardly noticeable. And if Transgendered people are part of the GLBT community, where do straight men in drag fit in?
(Segue #3)
Speaking of Straight men in Drag. . . I was reading this month's Details Magazine, and I'm thinking that it's showing that homosexuality is becoming more acceptable with today's all-important 18-24 demographic. In the past, there have been articles about "gay for pay" porn stars (straight men who do gay porn), "fag stags" (the phenomenon of straight men who hang out with gay men on a regular basis), and in this month's issue, about a heterosexual drag queen. It's not a sexual fetish for him, but he does it, and his girlfriend is well aware. Besides, on the cover, in a large tagline about Colin Farrell, reads "Have You Had Sex With Colin Farrell Yet?" (Uh no, but I would in a heartbeat. Besides the fact that he's very attractive, we'd be able to have a post coital Guiness and cigarette. Hurrah!)
Ok, here's hoping that post made sense. I've been sitting on it for a few days, and this is the most coherent I can do for the time being.
Is a "Blogwhore" a whore that blogs, or a blogger that links around?
Saint Louis, and Trannies.
First of all, this post is all kind of related, so hopefully, I can segue well. This month's issue of Business 2.0 has quite a few mentions of Saint Louis. One article talks about Helmuth, Obata + Kassabaum, quite possibly the best employer I've ever had. (Ok, so it was actually talking about HOK Sport, based in Kansas City, but just go with it) There was another article about Schnucks, a local grocery chain, and the new way they utilize inventory.
(Segue #1)
Schnucks got into a recent tiff with a local GLBT newspaper, The Vital Voice. Apparently, the store stocks all kinds of free, locally published magazines, such as The St. Louis American, and The Riverfront Times. But Schnucks won't stock this one. They claim they don't have room, but of course, the GLBT "community" disagrees, and is crying discrimination. I, myself, don't find it to be a huge deal, because as someone who frequents gay bars, I can always pick up a copy. But I do see the point: if you're out of the closet, or an infant/teenager/adult who's trying to discover who you are sexually, shouldn't you have access to information?
(Segue #2)
In the last issue of the Vital Voice, apparently there was an article about taking the "T" out of GLBT [for those of you who aren't getting the acronym, it stands for Gay Lesbian Bisexual and Trans(gender, although I've also heard it referring to transsexuals too). I prefer "queer" above any acroynms, however un-PC I might be.] This week, there was a rebuttal among the commentary. Basically, the director of PROMO said that all people who are discriminated against because of their sexuality and gender should be protected. And I agree, wholeheartedly. He makes the mention that most gay and lesbian people are discriminated because they don't "look straight" (and act straight, for some). Again, I agree. But I think the biggest problem among the gay "community" is that we all expect to band together because of sexuality. And that's something that I have a problem with. Saying that I have SO much in common with all men that have sex with other men is a bit ridiculous. Maybe it's because I can "pass" as straight. Maybe because I don't identify my sexual behavior as a part of my identity.
But if sexual behavior is what we are supposed to rally behind as a community, then where do transgendered people fit? Being transgendered isn't necessarily based on sex. In fact, the best definition that I've found is that transgendered people are those who don't fit society's standard of gender stereotypes, masculine and/or feminine. Well, last I checked, any time I kiss a man, I'm not falling into society's standards of masculinity. Does that make me transgendered? Nope. But I could easily claim as much if I felt discriminated against because of it. Transgendered is something that isn't really defined by action, but by a state of being, at best. Although, i guess being gay, lesbian or bisexual is, too, to an extent. If I were celebate, I'd still be bisexual, because of my attraction to both men and women. But I think that in those situations, there are still outward actions you make (whether it's just a turn of the head or a long stare), even if they're hardly noticeable. And if Transgendered people are part of the GLBT community, where do straight men in drag fit in?
(Segue #3)
Speaking of Straight men in Drag. . . I was reading this month's Details Magazine, and I'm thinking that it's showing that homosexuality is becoming more acceptable with today's all-important 18-24 demographic. In the past, there have been articles about "gay for pay" porn stars (straight men who do gay porn), "fag stags" (the phenomenon of straight men who hang out with gay men on a regular basis), and in this month's issue, about a heterosexual drag queen. It's not a sexual fetish for him, but he does it, and his girlfriend is well aware. Besides, on the cover, in a large tagline about Colin Farrell, reads "Have You Had Sex With Colin Farrell Yet?" (Uh no, but I would in a heartbeat. Besides the fact that he's very attractive, we'd be able to have a post coital Guiness and cigarette. Hurrah!)
Ok, here's hoping that post made sense. I've been sitting on it for a few days, and this is the most coherent I can do for the time being.
Is a "Blogwhore" a whore that blogs, or a blogger that links around?
1/14/2003
OK, SO IT'S A DAY LATE AND A DOLLAR SHORT; THIS WEEK'S MONDAY MISSION:
(BTW, I didn't find last week's Friday Five very interesting. So, I didn't do it. Sue me.)
PromoGuy's Monday Mission 3.2
1. Have you ever bought something you were so excited about and found out later that it didn't work? Were you able to return it? How did it go?
Well, there was that hooker, but I wouldn't say she didn't work. . .
Just kidding, of course. Let's see. I think I've had a few yard sale purchases that were defective, but that's par for the course. I bought some speakers for my Discman at Best Buy once, a floor model, and was a bit displeased after I brought them home. Of course, in the display, the wires weren't shown, and when I brought it home, I found that the wires had a cut in them, and were hastily repaired with black electrical tape. But once again, I couldn't do anything about it, as it was a floor model.
2. I have a Palm (Pilot) for my date book and such, but have been thinking of jumping to the PocketPC world at some point. Do you have a PDA (personal digital assistant)? What kind, and how did you decide? What do you like about it? If you don't own one, do you want one or do you do better without such gadgets?
I've been jonesin' for one for quite a while, and at this point, I don't know if I would go with a Palm or go all out for a Pocket PC. I think that'd I'd be a lot more organized, and a bit better about scheduling, because I'd always notice that I had it with me. A constant reminder of what I need to do, I guess.
3. What illness do you wind up catching more than any other?
Syphillis. Nah, I'm STD-free, thanks. But I do get sinus infections quite a bit. And in my youth, I had bronchitis every year, right around Christmas. Hurrah for underdeveloped lungs. Go preemies!
4. Do you like going to see the Doctor (any type)?
Nope. Doesn't matter which one, I just don't like em. But I'm also not foolish enough to go in when I need to. If I'm sick, I'm the first in line, cause I hate being sick quite a bit more than doctors.
5. How about the Dentist? Do you like going? Do you go in every 6 months for a check-up?
Again, no. I'm a bit behind on my 6-month checkup. Although I've got nice teeth now, when I was younger (baby-teeth age), I hated brushing my teeth, and always had cavities. Kind of ironic, considering how much of a teeth freak I am now.
6. Are you a "Dog Person" or a "Cat Person?" Do you think a person's choice tells you something about their personality?
I'm both. I like both my dogs and cats to be big, though. I don't know if it's from being raised around cocker spaniels and wimpy cats growing up, but I want my cat's surly and beefy (like Doofus), and I want a big dog: a lab, a dalmatian, a weimariner, or a golden retriever. I think the only thing that it says about your personality is that if you're a cat person, you're lazy. . .lol. Cats are very low maintenance compared to dogs.
7. I've mentioned before how me and a buddy of mine have just let our friendship lapse. There was no disagreement, but we've hit that point where we have nothing in common anymore. My life has progressed and he is still living in 1992. Have you ever had a friendship that just seems to have run its course? Where there is just nothing there anymore? What finally happened?
That happens a lot with me. I guess it's my Gemini fickleness. I could name lots of high school friends that have become mere acquaintances, and a few friends from college as well. Although, I think I'm getting to be a lot more lienient about what I'll put up with as I get older.
BONUS: Do you want to see me beggin' baby? Can't you give me just one more day?
Hrm. I don't recognize this song, but sure! I love to watch people beg.
Hrm. . . $400 is pretty pricey for a flight to Calgary. Anyone want to Road Trip?
(BTW, I didn't find last week's Friday Five very interesting. So, I didn't do it. Sue me.)
PromoGuy's Monday Mission 3.2
1. Have you ever bought something you were so excited about and found out later that it didn't work? Were you able to return it? How did it go?
Well, there was that hooker, but I wouldn't say she didn't work. . .
Just kidding, of course. Let's see. I think I've had a few yard sale purchases that were defective, but that's par for the course. I bought some speakers for my Discman at Best Buy once, a floor model, and was a bit displeased after I brought them home. Of course, in the display, the wires weren't shown, and when I brought it home, I found that the wires had a cut in them, and were hastily repaired with black electrical tape. But once again, I couldn't do anything about it, as it was a floor model.
2. I have a Palm (Pilot) for my date book and such, but have been thinking of jumping to the PocketPC world at some point. Do you have a PDA (personal digital assistant)? What kind, and how did you decide? What do you like about it? If you don't own one, do you want one or do you do better without such gadgets?
I've been jonesin' for one for quite a while, and at this point, I don't know if I would go with a Palm or go all out for a Pocket PC. I think that'd I'd be a lot more organized, and a bit better about scheduling, because I'd always notice that I had it with me. A constant reminder of what I need to do, I guess.
3. What illness do you wind up catching more than any other?
Syphillis. Nah, I'm STD-free, thanks. But I do get sinus infections quite a bit. And in my youth, I had bronchitis every year, right around Christmas. Hurrah for underdeveloped lungs. Go preemies!
4. Do you like going to see the Doctor (any type)?
Nope. Doesn't matter which one, I just don't like em. But I'm also not foolish enough to go in when I need to. If I'm sick, I'm the first in line, cause I hate being sick quite a bit more than doctors.
5. How about the Dentist? Do you like going? Do you go in every 6 months for a check-up?
Again, no. I'm a bit behind on my 6-month checkup. Although I've got nice teeth now, when I was younger (baby-teeth age), I hated brushing my teeth, and always had cavities. Kind of ironic, considering how much of a teeth freak I am now.
6. Are you a "Dog Person" or a "Cat Person?" Do you think a person's choice tells you something about their personality?
I'm both. I like both my dogs and cats to be big, though. I don't know if it's from being raised around cocker spaniels and wimpy cats growing up, but I want my cat's surly and beefy (like Doofus), and I want a big dog: a lab, a dalmatian, a weimariner, or a golden retriever. I think the only thing that it says about your personality is that if you're a cat person, you're lazy. . .lol. Cats are very low maintenance compared to dogs.
7. I've mentioned before how me and a buddy of mine have just let our friendship lapse. There was no disagreement, but we've hit that point where we have nothing in common anymore. My life has progressed and he is still living in 1992. Have you ever had a friendship that just seems to have run its course? Where there is just nothing there anymore? What finally happened?
That happens a lot with me. I guess it's my Gemini fickleness. I could name lots of high school friends that have become mere acquaintances, and a few friends from college as well. Although, I think I'm getting to be a lot more lienient about what I'll put up with as I get older.
BONUS: Do you want to see me beggin' baby? Can't you give me just one more day?
Hrm. I don't recognize this song, but sure! I love to watch people beg.
Hrm. . . $400 is pretty pricey for a flight to Calgary. Anyone want to Road Trip?
WEEKEND UPDATE, PART II: C U N T !!!!
Sunday was good times. Woke up around 11, as usual. Went to see The Vagina Monologues with one of my two favorite aunts, Buzzy*. I must say, it's been a long time since I've laughed that hard. And, as I was telling Jen, I felt like I was "in the know" about most of the things that the women were talking about, as I was basically raised by women. The show, at The Edison Theatre at Washington University, featured Margot Kidder, of The Superman Movies of the 80s. We got great seats: $20 student rush tickets, and we were right in the front row. The only difference between our tickets and the $50 (!) tickets is that we were in those stackable chairs, instead of the regular "theatre" seats.
I didn't mind of course. For a show like that, closer is better. And being the kind of audience member that I am, I laughed louder and harder than most in the audience. The performers appreciated it, and Ms. Kidder kept looking at me for my reaction. She played toward me for a lot of her monologues, and blew me a kiss during the final bows. *feels special*
Then it was off to one of my favorite bars, Absoluti Goosed. Had a few dirty martinis, served by some very nice and fun lesbians. Buzzy was impressed, I think. After that, we used some gift certificates she had for The Pasta House. It's a local Italian franchise with mostly Americanized versions of Italian food. Good, relatively inexpensive. Not as good as Jaimee's cooking, but hey, it was free.
Then, I just kinda fucked around as usual, having had a full day of entertainment, at the expense of Buzzy.
*The "Buzzy" Story: My aunt's name is Brenda. Apparently, when I was younger, I couldn't say "Brenda," so I called her Buzzy instead. Of course, for quite a few years, the word Brenda hasn't given me any trouble, but the nickname stuck. She'll be Buzzy forever. And luckily, she doesn't mind. She usually introduces herself to my friends as Buzzy, and it's a running gag, I guess. Ok, so my family's weird. Believe me, that story pales in comparison to others.
Orange is becoming one of my favorite colors.
Sunday was good times. Woke up around 11, as usual. Went to see The Vagina Monologues with one of my two favorite aunts, Buzzy*. I must say, it's been a long time since I've laughed that hard. And, as I was telling Jen, I felt like I was "in the know" about most of the things that the women were talking about, as I was basically raised by women. The show, at The Edison Theatre at Washington University, featured Margot Kidder, of The Superman Movies of the 80s. We got great seats: $20 student rush tickets, and we were right in the front row. The only difference between our tickets and the $50 (!) tickets is that we were in those stackable chairs, instead of the regular "theatre" seats.
I didn't mind of course. For a show like that, closer is better. And being the kind of audience member that I am, I laughed louder and harder than most in the audience. The performers appreciated it, and Ms. Kidder kept looking at me for my reaction. She played toward me for a lot of her monologues, and blew me a kiss during the final bows. *feels special*
Then it was off to one of my favorite bars, Absoluti Goosed. Had a few dirty martinis, served by some very nice and fun lesbians. Buzzy was impressed, I think. After that, we used some gift certificates she had for The Pasta House. It's a local Italian franchise with mostly Americanized versions of Italian food. Good, relatively inexpensive. Not as good as Jaimee's cooking, but hey, it was free.
Then, I just kinda fucked around as usual, having had a full day of entertainment, at the expense of Buzzy.
*The "Buzzy" Story: My aunt's name is Brenda. Apparently, when I was younger, I couldn't say "Brenda," so I called her Buzzy instead. Of course, for quite a few years, the word Brenda hasn't given me any trouble, but the nickname stuck. She'll be Buzzy forever. And luckily, she doesn't mind. She usually introduces herself to my friends as Buzzy, and it's a running gag, I guess. Ok, so my family's weird. Believe me, that story pales in comparison to others.
Orange is becoming one of my favorite colors.
THE WEEKEND UPDATE, PART I:
Ok, from what I recall, I didn't do a damned thing on Friday. At all. I just kinda sat around on my ass, talking it up with the queers on gay.com. Which, depressing as it was, was entertaining in itself.
Saturday, I went to lunch with Greg at The Tap Room. I had a great burger, and a nice pint of barleywine. Then, we hung out for a bit, before joining his friends at a Trivia Night. We won fourth place, which ensured us the prize of. . . nothing. Then back to his house and talked about relationships and what not. Greg is one of those friends that I haven't known for very long, but feel like I know very well. I met him through Dallas, but I think I probably talk to Greg more often than I do Dallas, at this point. It's odd how things like that work out.
Again, why are all of my friends and I great people, yet alone? Grr. . . anyway, came home alone, and waited for Sunday to begin. On to the pussy. . .
Shel is a sex god, from what I hear.
Ok, from what I recall, I didn't do a damned thing on Friday. At all. I just kinda sat around on my ass, talking it up with the queers on gay.com. Which, depressing as it was, was entertaining in itself.
Saturday, I went to lunch with Greg at The Tap Room. I had a great burger, and a nice pint of barleywine. Then, we hung out for a bit, before joining his friends at a Trivia Night. We won fourth place, which ensured us the prize of. . . nothing. Then back to his house and talked about relationships and what not. Greg is one of those friends that I haven't known for very long, but feel like I know very well. I met him through Dallas, but I think I probably talk to Greg more often than I do Dallas, at this point. It's odd how things like that work out.
Again, why are all of my friends and I great people, yet alone? Grr. . . anyway, came home alone, and waited for Sunday to begin. On to the pussy. . .
Shel is a sex god, from what I hear.
OK, BEFORE I CATCH UP FROM YESTERDAY. . .
I need to clean up the puddle. Why? Two words TODAY'S STRONGBAD! For my PSP brothas, does anyone else think that the "trogdor" theme reminds you of David Daskal? I miss that crazy fucker. "I. . . I feel so alive. . . for the very first time. . ." *sigh* I miss my brothers. I'm definitely making it to GC come hell or high water this year. Besides, I want to make signs supporting Jeremy Reed in the Peanut Gallery. ;)
I need to clean up the puddle. Why? Two words TODAY'S STRONGBAD! For my PSP brothas, does anyone else think that the "trogdor" theme reminds you of David Daskal? I miss that crazy fucker. "I. . . I feel so alive. . . for the very first time. . ." *sigh* I miss my brothers. I'm definitely making it to GC come hell or high water this year. Besides, I want to make signs supporting Jeremy Reed in the Peanut Gallery. ;)
OK, SO FAR I'VE BEEN A BAD BLOGWHORE!
*sigh* I've had a lot to talk about from this weekend, but since it seems that all I did yesterday was sleep and go to class, I didn't get a real chance to organize my thoughts. Sooo. .. I'm gonna be a blogging fool today. Look out today for talk about trivia, pussy, drugs, trannies, Saint Louis, and, of course, the Monday Mission. And that's where I'll begin, me thinks.
Who's my daddy? Shel's my daddy.
*sigh* I've had a lot to talk about from this weekend, but since it seems that all I did yesterday was sleep and go to class, I didn't get a real chance to organize my thoughts. Sooo. .. I'm gonna be a blogging fool today. Look out today for talk about trivia, pussy, drugs, trannies, Saint Louis, and, of course, the Monday Mission. And that's where I'll begin, me thinks.
Who's my daddy? Shel's my daddy.
1/11/2003
CALLING ALL PSYCH MAJORS:
Ok, last night, I had quite possibly one of the strangest dreams ever. I still don't remember exactly what was going on, but here goes:
It's a sunny day, and I'm outside washing my truck. (Mind you, I don't have a truck, and hardly ever wash my car, but that's why it's a dream)
All of a sudden, this blond kid, smoking a cigarette with a wide, unshaven face, pulls up in a turquoise Ford Festiva. He then proceeds to shoot at me. I duck in the bed of my truck, but he still manages to shoot me in the stomach. I'm not bleeding, I just have a gaping hole in my stomach. I then proceed to run for help, but I'm now in Eminence MO. I pass by Stephanie's old house at the lake, where there's a prom. I run amidst all these kids in formals and tuxedos, and still no one offers to help.
I finally make it back to my house, where Jaimee is freaking out, and attempts to take me to get help. At this point, I'm not breathing well, because my lungs are filling up with blood (I don't really know how, but again, it's a dream). Mind you, in all the drama, I'm surprisingly calm, as I'm still trying to figure out who my assassin is, and why he wanted to shoot me.
So we hop on Jaimee's bike (I don't know if she has a bike, but it was pink, with streamers, a basket with flowers on it, complete with banana seat and huge handlebars. My ghetto booty is plopped on the handlebars, so maybe it was good that she had a bike that could accomodate my ass)
We drive down Kingshighway, toward BJC and the like, when after taking my last gasp of air, fall of the bike, and am consequentially run over by the oncoming traffic.
Any suggestions? (I've already decided that the hard time breathing means I need to stop smoking. I've got two or three more packs out of the carton I have, and then I'm done. Besides, as I have NO cash flow, I don't have the money for 'em anyway.)
Ok, last night, I had quite possibly one of the strangest dreams ever. I still don't remember exactly what was going on, but here goes:
It's a sunny day, and I'm outside washing my truck. (Mind you, I don't have a truck, and hardly ever wash my car, but that's why it's a dream)
All of a sudden, this blond kid, smoking a cigarette with a wide, unshaven face, pulls up in a turquoise Ford Festiva. He then proceeds to shoot at me. I duck in the bed of my truck, but he still manages to shoot me in the stomach. I'm not bleeding, I just have a gaping hole in my stomach. I then proceed to run for help, but I'm now in Eminence MO. I pass by Stephanie's old house at the lake, where there's a prom. I run amidst all these kids in formals and tuxedos, and still no one offers to help.
I finally make it back to my house, where Jaimee is freaking out, and attempts to take me to get help. At this point, I'm not breathing well, because my lungs are filling up with blood (I don't really know how, but again, it's a dream). Mind you, in all the drama, I'm surprisingly calm, as I'm still trying to figure out who my assassin is, and why he wanted to shoot me.
So we hop on Jaimee's bike (I don't know if she has a bike, but it was pink, with streamers, a basket with flowers on it, complete with banana seat and huge handlebars. My ghetto booty is plopped on the handlebars, so maybe it was good that she had a bike that could accomodate my ass)
We drive down Kingshighway, toward BJC and the like, when after taking my last gasp of air, fall of the bike, and am consequentially run over by the oncoming traffic.
Any suggestions? (I've already decided that the hard time breathing means I need to stop smoking. I've got two or three more packs out of the carton I have, and then I'm done. Besides, as I have NO cash flow, I don't have the money for 'em anyway.)
1/08/2003
GOOGLE IS FUN. . .
Got an interesting email. Bob Rybarczyk, of Suburban Fringe fame, said "hola" for mentioning his writing in my blog, back in the day. I thanked him for his writing, a highlight of my Tuesday, along with Savage Love, was happy to know that he *won't* sue me for libel. Hurrah! Another lawsuit averted!
Also, I'd suggest reading this week's post. It's so true, we are a taco town. That's what I did Sunday, and Mike and I loaded up on tacos. I had bought so many, that I just finished the last five (indigestion, but it was worth it) yesterday. Life is good when the Blues aren't mediocre.
Got an interesting email. Bob Rybarczyk, of Suburban Fringe fame, said "hola" for mentioning his writing in my blog, back in the day. I thanked him for his writing, a highlight of my Tuesday, along with Savage Love, was happy to know that he *won't* sue me for libel. Hurrah! Another lawsuit averted!
Also, I'd suggest reading this week's post. It's so true, we are a taco town. That's what I did Sunday, and Mike and I loaded up on tacos. I had bought so many, that I just finished the last five (indigestion, but it was worth it) yesterday. Life is good when the Blues aren't mediocre.
HEE HEE . . . YES, AND YES!
Your lovers will lick you *anywhere*
Oh yes.... even there!
A little kiss, a little suck.
You'll be clean before you fuck.
What's *Your* Hidden Sexual Talent?
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Your Hidden Sexual Talent is Getting People to Lick You Everywhere!
Your lovers will lick you *anywhere*
Oh yes.... even there!
A little kiss, a little suck.
You'll be clean before you fuck.
What's *Your* Hidden Sexual Talent?
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1/06/2003
PromoGuy's Monday Mission 3.1
1. What is one of your favorite things to wear?
I'm usually not a sweater man, but mah mama got me a black sweater for Christmas that makes me look hella hot. It's rapidly becoming one of the things I wear very often.
2. Did you get any "dud" gifts for the holidays? Will you return them?
Uh, yes. Bless her heart, but I got socks from my Aunt Pam. That's right, just white socks. But lo and behold, they are at least in a resealable bag to retain all that sock freshness. Oh, and my other aunt got me boxer shorts, as did my brother. Uh hello? Obviously you guys don't know me that well. I'm a Commando kid. But no, I won't return any of them. It's the thought that counts.
3. Let's do a few "Best of 2002" thoughts. What was the best movie of 2002? Why did you pick that one?
Hrm. I'd have to say "Punch Drunk Love," or the most recent James Bond movie. Both of those we very pleasant movie experiences. Ooh. and My Big Fat Greek Wedding. But those movies made me enjoy going to the movies again, instead of just sitting on my lazy ass and popping in a movie a year after it was in the theatres.
Maybe it's just because of the company I kept at those outings. (Thanks, Mike, my movie buddy)
4. What world event of 2002 made an impact on you?
Hrm. I think the one that made the most impact on me was the 1-year anniversary of the September 11th bombings. But not why you think. Although I admit that it was a tragedy for our nation, I don't think we can "remember" an event that has been shoved down our throats by the media for the past year. How are the victims of that event going to have a grieving period, when every third story has at least some mention to it, or the so called "War on Terrorism?" I'm a cynical bitch, I know. Please send all hate mail here.
5. What personal event of 2002 was the most memorable?
I think the overall last six months of 2002 have been pretty memorable. I've made some great new friends up here, and cemented some friendships, in spite of, or maybe because of our long distances apart.
6. Is there anything in 2002 (decisions, relationships, purchases, etc.) that, looking back, you would have done differently?
Oh yeah. Definitely. Any actions I made toward the relationship aspect of my life could've been handled differently, I'm sure, even if the outcome would've been the same.
7. Shine up your magic crystal ball and look into the future. What do you think will happen in your life in 2003? Or, what would you like to happen in 2003?
Ok, first of all, I'm gonna graduate in May. It's about damned time. I'll probably leave home soon after that, god- and finances-willing, and move somewhere else. There's so many places I want to visit, want to see. And now's the time to do it, I think. Hopefully, I'll find someone, male/female/whatever, who will be well suited for me, and possibly has no qualms about traveling, but if that's the case, so be it. I wouldn't want to force anyone to move if they didn't want to, and on the same note, wouldn't stick around just for a boy/girl.
BONUS: Was it somethin' I said or somethin' I did, did my words not come out right?
Yes, you insipid fool. ;)
Today's Comment Question: What are some of your favorite song lyrics at the moment?
Hrm. I've had this Evanescence song stuck in my head all week. It's a slow song, sung entirely by the female lead, along with a very cool piano accompaniment. The lyrics go something like this:
My black backpack's stuffed with broken dreams
Twenty bucks should get me through the week
Never said a word of discontentment
Thought it a thousand times but now
I'm leaving home
Here in the shadows
I'm safe
I'm free
I've got nowhere else to go
But I cannot stay where I don't belong
Two months pass by and it's getting cold
I know I'm not lost; I'm just alone
But I won't cry, I won't give up, I can't go back now
Waking up is knowing who you really are
(CHORUS 2X)
Show me the shadow where true meaning lies
So much dismay in empty eyes
I think it applies to lots of things; my current living situation (with the 'rents); with those relationship decisions I talked about earlier, etc. We all have to decide when to throw in the towel, and move on.
1. What is one of your favorite things to wear?
I'm usually not a sweater man, but mah mama got me a black sweater for Christmas that makes me look hella hot. It's rapidly becoming one of the things I wear very often.
2. Did you get any "dud" gifts for the holidays? Will you return them?
Uh, yes. Bless her heart, but I got socks from my Aunt Pam. That's right, just white socks. But lo and behold, they are at least in a resealable bag to retain all that sock freshness. Oh, and my other aunt got me boxer shorts, as did my brother. Uh hello? Obviously you guys don't know me that well. I'm a Commando kid. But no, I won't return any of them. It's the thought that counts.
3. Let's do a few "Best of 2002" thoughts. What was the best movie of 2002? Why did you pick that one?
Hrm. I'd have to say "Punch Drunk Love," or the most recent James Bond movie. Both of those we very pleasant movie experiences. Ooh. and My Big Fat Greek Wedding. But those movies made me enjoy going to the movies again, instead of just sitting on my lazy ass and popping in a movie a year after it was in the theatres.
Maybe it's just because of the company I kept at those outings. (Thanks, Mike, my movie buddy)
4. What world event of 2002 made an impact on you?
Hrm. I think the one that made the most impact on me was the 1-year anniversary of the September 11th bombings. But not why you think. Although I admit that it was a tragedy for our nation, I don't think we can "remember" an event that has been shoved down our throats by the media for the past year. How are the victims of that event going to have a grieving period, when every third story has at least some mention to it, or the so called "War on Terrorism?" I'm a cynical bitch, I know. Please send all hate mail here.
5. What personal event of 2002 was the most memorable?
I think the overall last six months of 2002 have been pretty memorable. I've made some great new friends up here, and cemented some friendships, in spite of, or maybe because of our long distances apart.
6. Is there anything in 2002 (decisions, relationships, purchases, etc.) that, looking back, you would have done differently?
Oh yeah. Definitely. Any actions I made toward the relationship aspect of my life could've been handled differently, I'm sure, even if the outcome would've been the same.
7. Shine up your magic crystal ball and look into the future. What do you think will happen in your life in 2003? Or, what would you like to happen in 2003?
Ok, first of all, I'm gonna graduate in May. It's about damned time. I'll probably leave home soon after that, god- and finances-willing, and move somewhere else. There's so many places I want to visit, want to see. And now's the time to do it, I think. Hopefully, I'll find someone, male/female/whatever, who will be well suited for me, and possibly has no qualms about traveling, but if that's the case, so be it. I wouldn't want to force anyone to move if they didn't want to, and on the same note, wouldn't stick around just for a boy/girl.
BONUS: Was it somethin' I said or somethin' I did, did my words not come out right?
Yes, you insipid fool. ;)
Today's Comment Question: What are some of your favorite song lyrics at the moment?
Hrm. I've had this Evanescence song stuck in my head all week. It's a slow song, sung entirely by the female lead, along with a very cool piano accompaniment. The lyrics go something like this:
My black backpack's stuffed with broken dreams
Twenty bucks should get me through the week
Never said a word of discontentment
Thought it a thousand times but now
I'm leaving home
Here in the shadows
I'm safe
I'm free
I've got nowhere else to go
But I cannot stay where I don't belong
Two months pass by and it's getting cold
I know I'm not lost; I'm just alone
But I won't cry, I won't give up, I can't go back now
Waking up is knowing who you really are
(CHORUS 2X)
Show me the shadow where true meaning lies
So much dismay in empty eyes
I think it applies to lots of things; my current living situation (with the 'rents); with those relationship decisions I talked about earlier, etc. We all have to decide when to throw in the towel, and move on.
OK, SO IT'S A FEW DAYS LATE, DEAL WITH IT. . .
Last Week's Friday Five:
1. Do you wear any jewelry? What kind?
On occasion, I'll wear my HS class ring.
2. How often do you wear it?
Very rarely. Usually just at formal occasions, for some reason. But I do need to get a ring or something, because after I've worn that for a little while, I miss having something to fidget with on my hand.
3. Do you have any piercings? If so, where?
Yep. I've got a tongue ring, as seen here.
4. Do you have any tattoos? If so, where?
Yes, for now, I only have one. And for those of you who may never see me naked below the equator (highly unlikely, but you never know),gaze upon this little number. (Just Email me, and I'll send you a pic.) It's a green gemini symbol (sideways unfortunately), and it's on my right hip area.
5. What are your plans for the weekend?
Uh. Yeah. Read the entry from yesterday. I guess that's what I get for doing the Friday Five on Monday.
Speaking of, The Monday Mission's coming up next. Stay tuned.
Last Week's Friday Five:
1. Do you wear any jewelry? What kind?
On occasion, I'll wear my HS class ring.
2. How often do you wear it?
Very rarely. Usually just at formal occasions, for some reason. But I do need to get a ring or something, because after I've worn that for a little while, I miss having something to fidget with on my hand.
3. Do you have any piercings? If so, where?
Yep. I've got a tongue ring, as seen here.
4. Do you have any tattoos? If so, where?
Yes, for now, I only have one. And for those of you who may never see me naked below the equator (highly unlikely, but you never know),
5. What are your plans for the weekend?
Uh. Yeah. Read the entry from yesterday. I guess that's what I get for doing the Friday Five on Monday.
Speaking of, The Monday Mission's coming up next. Stay tuned.
HEE HEE HEE. . .
I defintely think that Mike would definitely enjoy this week's Strong Bad Email. The music was reminscent of the original Mega Man game on Nintendo.
I defintely think that Mike would definitely enjoy this week's Strong Bad Email. The music was reminscent of the original Mega Man game on Nintendo.
WANNA BE A BLOGWHORE?
Ok, screw the bloggies. All the cool kids are vying to be a Blogwhore. I entered, we'll see how whorish I do, eh.
Ok, screw the bloggies. All the cool kids are vying to be a Blogwhore. I entered, we'll see how whorish I do, eh.
1/05/2003
HRMM. . . IT WAS AN ODD NIGHT FOR ERICKA'S BIRTHDAY
Last night was quite possibly one of the most fun and weirdest nights I've had in a long time.
Ok, so first of all, I went to Absoluti Goosed, to help celebrate Ericka's 30th birthday. I met Ericka through Greg, and she's fun times, so I figured I'd go and send my good wishes before my date with a certain 29-year-old hottie. Well, he didn't call (he hurt his hip at work, took some drugs, and zonked out. . . he's forgiven, this time).
Anyway, not a huge deal. I met some wonderful people, and had a good time being a sarcastic bitch with Christa, Sean (this guy who was not my type, and who continually made it obvious that he was attracted to me; not a plus in my book: that makes you more unattractive to me), and Joe (a very cute 23-year-old who is also a sarcastic bitch). Anyway, Christa and Sean leave, and Joe's waiting for his friends to show up, so I keep him company.
Now Joe is also attracted to me; he "volunteered" to be my test subject when I mentioned I was a good kisser, and other various hints along the night. Well, it gets to be 8:30, and his friends Christian and Alicia (I don't remember her name, but she looks just like this bitch I went to high school with) have arrived, been there for about a half an hour. So I get ready to go, and say, "Joe, you can walk me out to my car, if you'd like," in my most gentlemanly fashion.
Of course, he's had quite a few drinks by this point, and does not pick up on the subtlety. "Do you want me to walk you to your car?" Dumbass. Just follow me, so I can kiss you, alright? So he follows me out to the car, and we kiss. He's an excellent kisser, btw.
I stop by Manny's house, and there's no answer, but his car's there. At this point, I assume that he's probably sleeping, cause I've done that before. No real big deal, but I'm still a little pissed.
Go home, have some food, wait for Greg to call, as the next leg of the birthday fun is drinks and cake at this guy Kevin's house. (I declined Dave and Buster's, as the cash flow is limited) He calls around 10, and I head over there.
Good cake, good times. A brief replay of what we did: Truth or Dare: Ericka had to kiss me (which she had been dying to do since the discovery of my tongue ring, btw) Also, I had to put Sean's do-rag down my pants, after the group found out that I went commando. Too Funny.
My team also kicked ass at Taboo, and lots of people got drunk. I took Sean home, because he lives nearby and was too drunk to drive. When I pull up to his house, I say goodbye, dodge his attempts for a kiss when he hugs me, and wait for him to get out of the car. He doesn't. Obviously, he's waiting for a kiss. So I oblige, so he'll get out of my car, and he asks me if I want to go out with him today. Because I'm an idiot who doesn't think before he speaks, I say yes. I felt like Chandler, in the episode where he continually tells Rachel's boss that "he'll call her" even though he knows he won't. Grr.
Anyway, more later, but right now, it's shower time, and 35 cent tacos at Taco Bell. Hurrah!
Last night was quite possibly one of the most fun and weirdest nights I've had in a long time.
Ok, so first of all, I went to Absoluti Goosed, to help celebrate Ericka's 30th birthday. I met Ericka through Greg, and she's fun times, so I figured I'd go and send my good wishes before my date with a certain 29-year-old hottie. Well, he didn't call (he hurt his hip at work, took some drugs, and zonked out. . . he's forgiven, this time).
Anyway, not a huge deal. I met some wonderful people, and had a good time being a sarcastic bitch with Christa, Sean (this guy who was not my type, and who continually made it obvious that he was attracted to me; not a plus in my book: that makes you more unattractive to me), and Joe (a very cute 23-year-old who is also a sarcastic bitch). Anyway, Christa and Sean leave, and Joe's waiting for his friends to show up, so I keep him company.
Now Joe is also attracted to me; he "volunteered" to be my test subject when I mentioned I was a good kisser, and other various hints along the night. Well, it gets to be 8:30, and his friends Christian and Alicia (I don't remember her name, but she looks just like this bitch I went to high school with) have arrived, been there for about a half an hour. So I get ready to go, and say, "Joe, you can walk me out to my car, if you'd like," in my most gentlemanly fashion.
Of course, he's had quite a few drinks by this point, and does not pick up on the subtlety. "Do you want me to walk you to your car?" Dumbass. Just follow me, so I can kiss you, alright? So he follows me out to the car, and we kiss. He's an excellent kisser, btw.
I stop by Manny's house, and there's no answer, but his car's there. At this point, I assume that he's probably sleeping, cause I've done that before. No real big deal, but I'm still a little pissed.
Go home, have some food, wait for Greg to call, as the next leg of the birthday fun is drinks and cake at this guy Kevin's house. (I declined Dave and Buster's, as the cash flow is limited) He calls around 10, and I head over there.
Good cake, good times. A brief replay of what we did: Truth or Dare: Ericka had to kiss me (which she had been dying to do since the discovery of my tongue ring, btw) Also, I had to put Sean's do-rag down my pants, after the group found out that I went commando. Too Funny.
My team also kicked ass at Taboo, and lots of people got drunk. I took Sean home, because he lives nearby and was too drunk to drive. When I pull up to his house, I say goodbye, dodge his attempts for a kiss when he hugs me, and wait for him to get out of the car. He doesn't. Obviously, he's waiting for a kiss. So I oblige, so he'll get out of my car, and he asks me if I want to go out with him today. Because I'm an idiot who doesn't think before he speaks, I say yes. I felt like Chandler, in the episode where he continually tells Rachel's boss that "he'll call her" even though he knows he won't. Grr.
Anyway, more later, but right now, it's shower time, and 35 cent tacos at Taco Bell. Hurrah!
1/03/2003
WHEW, THE BEGINNING OF THE END. . .
Well, I finished registering for my second and final semester at Webster. And what a relief it is. 18 hours are probably going to kill me, but I don't mind.
My schedule's pretty easy, actually. Business law, which I excelled at at SMS, some easy classes (Intro to Music, Accounting II), some thinking/reading classes (Existence & Meaning, Social & Political Philosophy), and then Marketing Strategies, which will either be really hard, really easy, or just really time-consuming.
But it was so nice to hear Dean (my advisor who's in love with me; for those who haven't heard the story, I'll have to tell you sometime) say, "Remember to submit a request to graduate in March, at the beginning of Term II. Ahh, music to my ears.
Well, I finished registering for my second and final semester at Webster. And what a relief it is. 18 hours are probably going to kill me, but I don't mind.
My schedule's pretty easy, actually. Business law, which I excelled at at SMS, some easy classes (Intro to Music, Accounting II), some thinking/reading classes (Existence & Meaning, Social & Political Philosophy), and then Marketing Strategies, which will either be really hard, really easy, or just really time-consuming.
But it was so nice to hear Dean (my advisor who's in love with me; for those who haven't heard the story, I'll have to tell you sometime) say, "Remember to submit a request to graduate in March, at the beginning of Term II. Ahh, music to my ears.
BTW . . .
Shel, you rock the casbah. I agree with you whole-heartedly.
I'm not quite at the self-enlightened stage that you are, but I'm getting there. Those insecurities of mine are getting kicked to the curb this year, I hope. Baby steps, baby steps.
Shel, you rock the casbah. I agree with you whole-heartedly.
I'm not quite at the self-enlightened stage that you are, but I'm getting there. Those insecurities of mine are getting kicked to the curb this year, I hope. Baby steps, baby steps.
GOOD TIMES, GOOD TIMES. . .
Went over to this cutie's house last night, to watch a movie. (No comments from the peanut gallery, eh?) Nice guy, very attractive, plus, he's a car and remodeling junkie. Anyway, a very good kiss goodnight before I left, and we're going to hang out again on Saturday. (BTW, in the picture, he's not the woman, the small child, or the terrier, just to clarify things for those who think I'm kinky. . . lol)
He wrote me last night after I left, and was very sweet and innocent-like. Plus, he looks like a "swarthy mediterranean lover," eh Jen?
Hrm. What is it about tall skinny guys that I can't resist?
Jay is back in the game, at least for a little while. Whoo hoo!
Went over to this cutie's house last night, to watch a movie. (No comments from the peanut gallery, eh?) Nice guy, very attractive, plus, he's a car and remodeling junkie. Anyway, a very good kiss goodnight before I left, and we're going to hang out again on Saturday. (BTW, in the picture, he's not the woman, the small child, or the terrier, just to clarify things for those who think I'm kinky. . . lol)
He wrote me last night after I left, and was very sweet and innocent-like. Plus, he looks like a "swarthy mediterranean lover," eh Jen?
Hrm. What is it about tall skinny guys that I can't resist?
Jay is back in the game, at least for a little while. Whoo hoo!
1/02/2003
CLOSE, BUT NOT QUITE .. .
100% pure raw sex, baby!
You're hot and not afraid to flaunt it.
What's Kind of Panties Are *You*?
More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva
Uh. .. no. For one, I'm not a big underwear fan to begin with, and thongs? Again, no. My ghetto booty's too hairy for that shit.
You Are G-String Panties!
100% pure raw sex, baby!
You're hot and not afraid to flaunt it.
What's Kind of Panties Are *You*?
More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva
Uh. .. no. For one, I'm not a big underwear fan to begin with, and thongs? Again, no. My ghetto booty's too hairy for that shit.
OK, TIME TO STOP BEING A BLOG TEASE. . .
I'm finally updating again, especially since my punk ass friends have been updating more than me.
So what's new with me, you ask?
The holidays were good. Finally got my featherbed, and that's *another* reason why I haven't been blogging much. I've been cuddled up, wrapped in down for the past few days. Christmas went off without a hitch, and New Year's was good times at Todd's, even though the Toga party was a bust.
I've got a new job, and I'm having relative sucess at it. I'm a talent scout, and it basically involves me inviting pretty people to open calls, and hope they show up, and sign up, as I don't get paid until they sign with the company. Bleh. It's a frustrating job, because I know that I can do very well at this, but amazingly, I get nervous approaching people. My insecurities rear their ugly head, yet again. Plus, with the holidays and the weather, I've just not been in the mood. I know to get myself to go, I've just gotta set out my schedule the night before, and stick to it. In fact, I think I shall do that right now, as my laundry finishes up.
What else has been going on? Jennifer's been in town, but unfortunately, we haven't seen much of each other, and I'm saddened by that fact. I think I'll give her a call today, and see if she might want to go out tonight and meet a few of my friends.
Oh yeah, and both Mike and Dallas have new men in their lives. blech. I'm happy for them, but g'dammit, it's my turn again! Actually, I've met a few people recently, but none of them are taking the bait that is Jay. grrr....
That's about it for now. I'm going to try to update more often, but if I'm not, that means I'm scouting like a madman, in an effort to make some money.
Oh yeah, and it's been snowing about once a week for the past two weeks. That's another reason why I've been pretty blah about everything. Seasonal Affective Disorder, anyone? lol
I'm finally updating again, especially since my punk ass friends have been updating more than me.
So what's new with me, you ask?
The holidays were good. Finally got my featherbed, and that's *another* reason why I haven't been blogging much. I've been cuddled up, wrapped in down for the past few days. Christmas went off without a hitch, and New Year's was good times at Todd's, even though the Toga party was a bust.
I've got a new job, and I'm having relative sucess at it. I'm a talent scout, and it basically involves me inviting pretty people to open calls, and hope they show up, and sign up, as I don't get paid until they sign with the company. Bleh. It's a frustrating job, because I know that I can do very well at this, but amazingly, I get nervous approaching people. My insecurities rear their ugly head, yet again. Plus, with the holidays and the weather, I've just not been in the mood. I know to get myself to go, I've just gotta set out my schedule the night before, and stick to it. In fact, I think I shall do that right now, as my laundry finishes up.
What else has been going on? Jennifer's been in town, but unfortunately, we haven't seen much of each other, and I'm saddened by that fact. I think I'll give her a call today, and see if she might want to go out tonight and meet a few of my friends.
Oh yeah, and both Mike and Dallas have new men in their lives. blech. I'm happy for them, but g'dammit, it's my turn again! Actually, I've met a few people recently, but none of them are taking the bait that is Jay. grrr....
That's about it for now. I'm going to try to update more often, but if I'm not, that means I'm scouting like a madman, in an effort to make some money.
Oh yeah, and it's been snowing about once a week for the past two weeks. That's another reason why I've been pretty blah about everything. Seasonal Affective Disorder, anyone? lol
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