Saturday, February 28, 2004

Short lil update- had a friggin BLAST Thursday. Intro's Ama to Images, Pegs and the Tilden. Much much much fun. Yep. Nuff said. lol
Yesterday was a rockin cool day. Went car shoppin. Bought myself an ubercool Blazer. Ok, yeah, maybe I AM a little butch, lol. Tis so cool tho- power everything, CD player, sunroof, AC, etc etc. Def a cool vehicle for a gadgety girl such as moi. The went to Donny's with the girls. Then Pegs. Had much fun. Blew off the 21 year old. Yeah, done wit you, lol. Sorry, ya wanna get with me, ya gotta impress me. I was not impressed. So yeah, sorry bout yo luck.
Today is a freaking GORGEOUS day, so I am off to tool round town the the new vehic, sunroof open, jammin to tunes. Woot woot!

Thursday, February 26, 2004

Hidey ho kids! Not much to blog about today, as I don't have much going on and just don't have the energy to work up a good rant about Dubya or Howard Stern or fundies or whatever other asshat may catch my attention. Gearing up for what should be an interesting weekend. Meeting Ama so as to introduce her to the wonders of the queer culture in da burgh. I'm sure she'll be wonderfully impressed with our amazing array of nightclubs and attractions. *snicker* That was sarcasm, in case ya didn't pick up on it. Then Friday its out with the girls. Yes, surprisingly enough, they agreed to spend yet another Friday evening with me. I will try to behave better this time, I promise, lol. Then Sat night to NY NY with Eth. That's probably gonna be a bad one. Free shots an all ya know. Yikes.

Wednesday, February 25, 2004

According to MASH, I will live in Mansion, drive a green VW Bus, marry Angelina Jolie and have 2 kids, and be a activist in San Fran. I can live with that :o)

Oops, I did it again
Be warned, this is gonna be a long one.

Yesterday afternoon, round 4ish I am happily slacking as per usual, surfin the net while trying to look busy in case asshat accountant guy walks past an snoops over my shoulder. Get an email from Kev asking if I wanna go play some pool later. I said no, not tonight, cuz ya know, I'm trying to be good and cut down on the going aout an all that happy shit. Tomorrow maybe? Well no, tomorrow's not good cuz Mike can only go out tonight an yadda yadda, so I cave, say fine, I'll meet ya at Donnys. I mean its Tuesday, how crazy a night could it be right? Ahyuh. So go home after work, make dinner, jump in the shower. Go downstairs to get clothes cuz my lazy ass hasn't hauled em to the bedroom yet, and the phone rings. Its Dawn's friend Jeremy. You member, straight girl Dawn. So yeah, they're at Images, want me to come down. I call Kev tell him change o venue, dig up cute clothes and out the door I go.

Get there round quarter to 9, get a beer and mosey back to say hello. Pull up a chair, do the small talking thing, yadda yadda. Dawn gives me Mardi Gras beads. I had completely forgotten the Fat Tuesday thing, lol. Some black guy comes up and tries to sell us a stuffed animal for like $13. Um, no, go peddle your wares someplace else k? Jeremy an his boy go up to the bar, me and Dawn chat bout work. Its a bit awkward to talk to a stright girl ya barely know but spent an evening mackin on, lemme tell ya. Finally the boys show up, I intro em to Dawn, but not her boys, cuz I don't know what the fuck Jeremy's BFs name is. We all go up front to play some pool. First game, me and Dawn vs Kev an Mike. We lose, but not too bad. Second game me an Jeremy's boy, whateverthefuckhisnameis, vs. K & M. We win. Second game, whatshisface starts coaching me. I'm lining up my shot, he's all "put it in the corner, then go for the 10" Wait a fucking second here buddy. You are how old? What, 23? Maybe? I was playing this fucking game before you were even born. But I just grit my teeth and take my shot. Cuz I'm nice. Next time I'm up, he does the same thing. By now I'm getting pretty irritated. Um, I KNOW how to play this game. Whats more, I could kick YOUR ass all over the table, so sit the fuck down, shut the fuck up and let me do my shit k? But again with the nice. Did wail the hell out of the balls tho. And Kev SO knew I was bout ready to bludgeon the fuck outta someone. I finally lost all patience next shot. "Tell ya what. You shoot when its YOUR shot, and I'll shoot when its MY shot, and we'll be fine. K?" Ya fuckin asshat. Kev's ready to lose it, lol. So, we win. Cuz um, I put the fuckin 8 ball in. Suck that Mr. whateveryournameis. Neener muthafuckin neener.

During the pool drama, Eth and Rose came in. So I book it back to talk to them immediately upon winning cuz if I'da been coached one more time, he'da been eating my pool cue. And I'm kinda partial to it. NE ways, go back and say hey. Ethan, being Ethan, buys shots. Awww shit. Dawn comes back and gives me a hug bye, they're leavin. Doubt I'll hear from that crew again, but suppose anything is possible, right? Rose informs me that they're going to Pegs later to dance, am I coming? Of course I say no, being the uber responsible model of adultness and stability. But of course I go. Cuz well, whats life without a few good stories to tell right? And ya don't get a good story sittin on yer ass at home. We meander to Pegs, all of us pretty much trashed. Oh, and by this time I'm wearing like 10 mardi gras necklaces, lol. And didn't have to show my tits even once. How bout that!

Get to Pegs. Get more beads. Get drinks. Standing at the bar bitching cuz its so dead and we wanna dance but don't want everyone watching us. Actually, I coulda cared less. Gimme a few beers, I have no problem being center of attention. Drinky drinky. Chattin bout chicks, and who do ya think comes up to say hi? Ms. Tanya the 21 year old. Ayup. She's all apologizing for not calling and yadda yadda, she was really cranky when she saw me with that other girl, yadda yadda. Yeah, I never woulda guessed by the daggers ya were throwing my way that night, lol. I's like well what da hell you expect? lol What, we made out one night so theres some kinda commitment here? Don't hardly think so. Homo don't play dat. She goes to track down her boys. Eth and Rose decide to leave, but I haven't yet danced, so I'm stayin. See Jimmy, go chat for a bit, then see Tanya on the dance floor, figure what the hell. Boogie a bit. Make out a bit. Left around 1. And managed to get my ass to work ontime, woot woot! Whaddaya think the chances are of her callin this time? I'm takin bets! LOL

Tuesday, February 24, 2004

I saved this as a draft a while back and thought it was time I posted it.

Originally I was going to post about the amazingly fantasticly insanely cool radio station thing that happened today, but then I saw "Bush 'Troubled' by Gay Marriage Issue" on the yahoo news page and decided a rant was more in order. Typical fundie arguments are in italics, my comments follow.

Gays are pedophiles

The vast, vast majority of pedophiles are straight, white, married men. Pedophelia is about power, not sex. Do a little research.

If we open the door for this sort of marriage, we then HAVE to open it for pedophiles to marry children, people to marry animals, etc, etc.

No, we don't. See, its really simple. I'll try to use small words. There is a little issue of consent here. Oh, I know, hard word. I'll boil it down so your little fundie mind can grasp. Consent means saying ok. Two adults can get married because they can both say ok I wanna get married. An animal can't get married because they can't say ok. A child can't get married because they aren't old enough to understand the ramifications of their actions and therefore can't legally give consent. Ooo, lost ya on that ramifications word didn't I? Bad dyke!

God says homosexuality is a sin

Maybe YOUR God does. But we don't live under a Theocracy. Seperation of church and state ya know? Little thing in the constitution? Ring a bell? And by the way, MY God says you're an asshat. Really. She just told me to pass that on.

Yes, Bush is a raving asshat. I could spend this time going off about gay rights and the marriage amendment and what a complete utter moronic dickhead jackoff our president is, but really what's the point? We all know he's a bearfucker.

So, instead, I'll tell ya I GOT TICKETS TO THE INDIGO GIRLS CONCERT!!!!! WHOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
*cabbage patchin* Go Kimmy! Go Kimmy!

Monday, February 23, 2004

You're Thailand!

Calmer and more staunchly independent than almost all those around you,
you have a long history of rising above adversity.  Recent adversity has led to questions
about your sexual promiscuity and the threat of disease, but you still manage to attract a
number of tourists and admirers.  And despite any setbacks, you can really cook a good
meal whenever it's called for.  Good enough to make people cry.
face="Times New Roman">Take the Country
Quiz at the Blue Pyramid



Now THAT'S comedy! LOL

Marriage is love.

So as to not completely depress and piss off all of my many (4?) readers, I offer this in an attempt to counteract the effects of my last post. Made me all teary. In a good way. :o)

Well, my afternoon was geting better till I read this.
From the article:

(Kingston) A Jamaican teen was beaten unconscious by a schoolyard gang after his own father stirred up the students claiming his son is gay.

The father went to the Dunoon Park Technical High School in east Kingston and began yelling in Jamaican slang that his son is gay and that the other students should teach him a lesson. He said he had found pictures of nude men in the boy's school bag.

What the hell is wrong with the world? Seriously, what the flying fuck is WRONG with people? How much hate do you have to hold in your heart to be able to watch your own son get the shit beat out of him and SMILE? Sickening.

Nother Monday. What joy what fun. Blah. I have currently been at work for an hour and 45 minutes and have managed to get not a damn thing done. Which is pretty freakin sad, considering I'm actually in a productive kinda mood. I have to write a training program for OSHA BS. Yay. Can't ya just feel the love? Slept for shit last night. Tossed and turned and had many heinous dreams. That'll teach me to spend a night sober! lol Actually I'm just gonna have to get used to it, cuz I am cutting way back on the drinkin. No drinking at home unless it happens to be a movie night. New rule. We'll see how it goes. Only drawback is I will once again be susceptible to hangovers. Icks.

So, I saw Ralph Nader has decided to run for President. Again. Despite the fact that he has less than a snowball's chance in hell of winning. Despite the fact that he'll only be pulling votes from the Dems. This is a good idea how? Yeah, the 2 party system sucks. This is true and I fully support the effort to expand the options presented to the American voter. But this ain't the time Ralphy boy. The past 4 years have scared the hell out of me. We have an idiot in office. An idiot that has a reasonably good chance of winning again. Well, guess this would be the first actual win, but you get my point. HULLO! I know the difference between the Reps and Dems isn't much. They both cater to the folks that line their pockets. But the fact remains that we have a freaking psycho in office right now that is not only alienating us to pretty much the whole damn world, not only chucking our civil liberties willy nilly, but also supporting an amendment that would designate millions of Americans as second class citizens. I happen to be one of those Americans. And let me tell ya, it fucking pisses me off. I think ANY progressive minded American should have ousting Bush numero uno on their list of things to do. You ain't helpin Ralph. So us a favor, drop out and back one of the Dem candidates. Seriously. Don't fuck this one up.

Sunday, February 22, 2004

Oy vey, what a weekend. Yikes. So Friday night I met the girls at Rach's, we boogie on down to the hotel room, drop our stuff and go to the sports bar to get something to munch. Frat boy city. We get a couple drinks hile waiting for our food, good convo, many laughs (buck mew!), I played the jukebox. Every queer song I could find. YMCA, Melissa Etheridge, Tracy Chapman, etc etc. Tee hee. Go back to the room, get ready and bolt. Got a ride in a mini limo to Images. Swanky! At Images the drinking kicks in. Beers. Shots. More beers. Then, get this. Member the New Years Eve straight girl? The one I danced with? Yeah, she walks in. Her names Dawn BTW. Anyways, she goes up to Rach and Christie an says hi, chit chat, sees me and says "Oh good, my girlfriends here". MmmKay. So were all chattin and she sayin how she doesn't know if she's gay or straight or blah blah blah, straight porn does nothing for her but 2 girls gets her all worked up blah blah blah. So I ask her if she ever watched Facts of Life. "Yeah, I used to watch that all the time."
"Who was your favorite character?"
"Jo"
"You're queer."
Heh. Glad I could clear that up for her. We hang and drink and chat more, then on to the saloon. Bit tipsy by this time. Can't wait to see the pics Rach took, lol. Sweet Jesus.
The Saloon ain't happenin, so we down our drinks and book it to Pegs. Pegs has a cover. WTF? Oh yay, Drag Queen night. Now I like a drag show as much as anyone else, but I wanted to dance damnit! So we're hangin near the fence that ropes off kiddyland, watchin drag queens. Mostly bad ones. So sad. I see Jimmy, go up to say howdy. Chat with him a bit. Get more beer. Am drunk now. Finally the show's over and me an the girls start dancing. Woot woot! Dance for, decide I need more beer, go to the bar and who's there but Tanya, little miss 21 year old that apparently can't work a phone. I go say hi, she gives me the big cheesy grin hi like she's been waiting for me all night and is just oh so happy to see me. Whatever. "You never called me." She gives me some bullshit about how she's sick of always bein the one that calls. "You coulda called me." Yeah, I coulda. But I told ya I wouldn't, least I was honest. Enter the straight girl. Perfect timing. She comes up and says hi, I ask her if she's gonna dance with me, she grabs my hand and off we go. Sorry Tanya, had your chance. Ya snooze ya lose.

So me an Dawn hit the dance floor and boogie down. She doin that whole intense eye contact thing, and I just know bad things are gonna ensue, lol. I was right. Spent the rest of the evening mackin on a straight girl. Not that thats a bad thing in and of itself, just not terribly bright. We decide to hit the Tilden. Walk down there, I get more beer, the girls park it on a couch. They're pretty much partied out. I told em come get me if ya wanna leave, then back to straight girl mackin. We're dancin with her queer bois and havin a good ol time when one of her boys comes over and starts bitching bout peeps at the bar starin at us. Was Tanya and her posse. *Snicker* Finally the night comes to an end and we taxi back to the room. Pass da hell out.

Get up next morn, go to the big gay Eat n Park for breakfast, then to A Pleasant Present. Got myself a new dyke movie, rainbow devil duckies and a new bumpersticker that says "Doing my part to piss off the radical right". Boo ya. Went to Rach's, hung for a bit, then dragged my ass home. Got here round 3. Had to be back downtown at 6:30 for the Jill Sobule concert. Napped, woke, showered etc, met Eth at Donnys round 6:30, then off to the show. Which rocked. Jill is da bomb dig fo sho. After the show, we hit New York New York. Free shots. One of which was a backdraft. Sooooo bad. Then we went to Donnys. Saw the car parkin asshat pissin in the lot. HOWLED! Went in, more drinks. Saw elbow. ELBOW! Chated with her a bit, then saw Sam, chatted with her a bit. Might hire her to design a logo for sistersiren. Woot woot! Went upstairs, met some tatooed girl. We were talking about some artist, I don't even know how it came up, but she was tellin me to check him out. I told her I'd never remeber his name, so she wrote it down for me. Wrote her number too, but don't think I'm goin there. Sounded a little wicca to me and not that I have anything gainst that, just don't wanna go there again ya know? One was enough, lol.
Me an Eth did the dancin thing, made fools of ourselves, had a good time. Have no idea what time we left. Damn that backdraft!