Friday, July 02, 2004

Sometimes it all sucks. See ya Tuesday.

Thursday, July 01, 2004

Not much to update ya on today. Last night I ended up going to Images right after work. Figured its Cassandra's Bday, I should go wish her a happy. Met Eth at 7, had 2 cocktails and was home at like 8:30. Talked to Kevin for a bit. Apparently Karen is having her own little freak out session regarding me, so I'm just backin off. Don't feel like playing that on again off again game. I've had enough of that this year. She has my number, she can call when she makes up her mind.

In other news, this weekend I'm goin campin with the girls. WOOT! We're headed to WV to pitch tents, drink beer, and have ourselves a good ol time. Goin shoppin after work to get my new tent and air matress and whatever else I may need. Good times!

Wednesday, June 30, 2004

Hump Day

Had a really cool evening last night. Met the girls, Kev, Karen, Kristen and Kristen's friend Sara at Jiggers for wings and such. Beginning of the evening was a tad quiet, but everyone warmed up a bit as the night progressed. After dinner (which sucked BTW. No more Jiggers.), me and Kev went back to my place and had a good long conversation about relationships and breakups and insecurities and such. He left around 11:30 and I was in bed by 12.

Today I'm just in a rotten fucking mood. No apparent reason, I just do not feel like dealing with anyone or anything. So I think I'm gonna sentence myself to an evening of solitary confinement. Either that or I'm going to Images and gettin sloshed. It is Cassandra's birthday after all. But to be honest, I'm leaning towards the solitary. Just fuck the whole damn world ya know?

Tuesday, June 29, 2004

either leave your answers or a link to your webpage with your responses.


Would you rather:
1. be constipated for a week at a time and only poop on fridays OR have to go pee every hour on the hour?

Pee every hour on the hour


2. never forget a face OR never forget a name?

Never forget a face. What the hell good is a name if ya don't remember what they look like?


3. when you orgasm, uncontrollably sing "wake me up before you go go" by wham OR "i'm too sexy" by right said fred?

I'm too Sexy. Cuz I am ya know.


4. stub your toe every day for a week OR get a zit on your nose?

Zit.

Monday, June 28, 2004

They stole my chatterbox!

You bastards!

She's out!

I ran across the following over at Diva's and figured since my liberal feminist is already out of her cage, I'd let her have some fun with a few excerpts. My thoughts are in italics. For the record, Diva didn't write it and my comments aren't directed towards her.

I like big cars, big boats, big motorcycles, big houses and big campfires.

Then quit bitching about the price of gas. And what the hell does this have to do with the price of tea in China anyways? Big campfires? Da hell?

I believe the money I make belongs to me and my family, not some governmental stooge with a bad comb-over who wants to give it away to crack addicts for squirting out babies.

There's a government program that pays you to have crack babies? Where do I sign up? Tell ya what, I'll pay for the crack babies while you pay for this idiotic war. Deal?

Guns do not make you a killer. I think killing makes you a killer. You can kill someone with a baseball bat or a car, but no one is trying to ban you from driving to the ball game.

True nuff. But you can't kill 15 people in 10 minutes from a window with a bat.

I believe they are called the Boy Scouts for a reason, that is why there are no girls allowed. Girls belong in the Girl Scouts!

Until they're old enough to get married and get their barefoot, pregnant asses in the kitchen right?

I think that if you feel homosexuality is wrong, it is not a phobia, it is an opinion. I don't think being a minority makes you a victim of anything except numbers.

Tell that to Matthew Shepard, Brandon Teena, James Byrd and the 6 million victims of the holocaust.


The only things I can think of that are truly discriminatory are things like the United Negro College Fund, Jet Magazine, Black Entertainment Television, and Miss Black America. Try to have things like the United Caucasian College Fund, Cloud Magazine, White Entertainment Television, or Miss White America and see what happens. Jesse Jackson will be knocking down your door.

We don't need the United Caucasian College Fund. The system is already geared towards white folks. Well, white men should I say.

I have the right "NOT" to be tolerant of others because they are different, weird, or tick me off.

I don't give a rat's ass if you tolerate me or not. But hands off my motherfucking rights.

When 70% of the people who get arrested are black, in cities where 70%of the population is black, that is not racial profiling, it is the law of statistics.

When the population of, say, Texas is 11% black, but 44.8% of the prison population is black, something is wrong. Do some research.


I know what sex is, and there are not varying degrees of it. If I received sex from one of my subordinates in my office, it wouldn't be a private matter or my personal business. It would be "FIRED" immediately!

It was a freakin blow job. Get over it.


My father and grandfather should not have died in vain so you can leave the countries you were born in to come over and disrespect ours.

I was born here. Not all liberal commie dykes are foriegn born. I'm not French, I swear.

I think the police should have every right to shoot your sorry ass if you threaten them after they tell you to stop. If you can't understand the order "freeze" or "stop" in English, see the above lines.

Yep, thats what the police need. More power.


I feel much safer letting a machine with no political affiliation recount votes when needed. I know what the definition of lying is.

People that build machines have political affiliations. Again with the research.

On the DL

I wasn't going to post about this article on Planet Out, but it irked me just a little too much to ignore.

The article deals with men in the black community that live on the "down low." Basically that means that they live as straight men, except that they have sex with men. Usually unprotected sex, which is causing an increase of HIV infection in the black community in general, and in black women in particular.

"nearly 75 percent of minority women who contracted the disease through heterosexual sex, were infected by men who are 'on the down low'"

Author J.L. King, who has lived on the down low for years, has this to say:

"The difference between men on the DL and bisexual or gay men is this: A gay man will tell you he's gay -- no ifs, ands or buts about it. Bisexual men enjoy being with men and women, and they're upfront about it," he said. "But a DL man will have sex with a woman and then sneak and have sex with a guy, but will keep his mouth shut. And oftentimes, it's unprotected sex."

That right there is a crock of shit. Ever heard of the closet? But wait, it gets better.

[King] says men on the DL don't practice safe sex because they feel as if a condom would show an awareness of the danger of the sexual acts they are engaging in. Their female partners aren't demanding safer sex because they are simply unaware of their man's side activities. (emphasis mine)

Followed by

"Black women don't protect themselves. It's just that simple," King said. "Because if they did, we wouldn't see this rise in AIDS cases. The numbers are way up, and someone needs to do something about it."

Am I the only one that sees the fucking problem with those statements? Men don't practice safe sex because that would show that they KNOW that gay sex is risky. But its the WOMENS' fault that HIV is on the rise. Not the men that infect them. Because we all know that the presence of testicles absolves you of all responsibility. What a fucking crock of shit.

Hey Mr. King, here's an idea. How bout you work on the rampant homophobia in the black community, so maybe these men won't feel the need to live a lie? Or perhaps you could hold them accountable for their OWN irresponsible actions that place them and their partners at risk. Nah. Much easier to blame it on the women.

Ho Hum

Nother Monday. Big whoop. Not much going on today. Its raining tho, so I don't mind being stuck at work. And I've actually been working. Imagine that!

Yesterday was a very productive day. Got the whole upstairs cleaned, plus started on the downstairs and got the fish tank drained. Woot woot! Tonight its scrub everything in the kitchen, mop the floor and finish up the living room. Which should involve a little dusting and vacuuming and then I'm done. Yay! I even made my bed this morning. I know, freaky.

After being Ms. Domestic, I gotta play techie for Eth. I got him a computer off Ebay for his birthday and its not working with his monitor, so I get to play with it. Oh joy. Actually shouldn't be too bad. Worse comes to worse, I'll just throw a different video card in it. I have a couple laying around. (yes, I am a geek)

Minor Karen update- she called me last night. Took me by surprise since I was supposed to call her, but there ya go. I didn't get to talk to her tho. Gonna call her tonight after work and see if she wants to do big lesbo movie night tomorrow. I'm still quite freaked about the whole scenatio, but assume I'll calm down eventually, lol. I think its just because I've spent the last year having women flirt for a night then blow me off. If you've been reading this blog for any amount of time, you know my call back ratio is way low. Well, its that and the fact that pretty women intimidate me, lol. Ah well, you'll have these things.

Sunday, June 27, 2004

Da hell?

Yes, its 7ish on Sunday morning and I've been awake for an hour. What the fuck is up with that? Suppose it has something to do with the lack of alcohol and early bedtime last night eh? Anyways, on to the update.

Thursday may have sucked in a big bad way at the beginning, but actually ended up being a pretty good day. I was busy at work all day, which almost never happens, so that was good. I like to feel useful once in awhile ya know. Got home round 6 with every intention of taking a nap and spending the rest of the evening doing laundry. I ordered up some chinese food, did my happy single girl dance, plopped my ass on the couch to wait for my dinner and the phone rings. Its Kev, he's goin out with Karen and a couple other friends, do I wanna come. Nope, sez me, all responsible like, I'm doin laundry and spending a quiet evening at home. Hang up the phone, pat myself on the back, and settle in to await my food. Food comes, more happy dancing (I know, doesn't take much does it?), phone rings again. Kev. Again. "You need to come out."
"No Kev, I gotta do laundry, have nothing to wear, etc etc."
"I don't care what the fuck you wear, you're comin out."
"Kevin, seriously, I need to get shit done."
"Hold on...."
*rustling sounds*
"Kim, this is Karen. You need to come out."
*slightly flustered* "I gotta do laundry and stuff..."
"Oh come on! Please?"
"What time ya gonna be there."

So yeah, ok, pretty girls make me cave. What do ya want me to say? lol So I scarf 3 whole bites of my chinese, manage to find one last clean outfit, jump in the shower and off I go to a redneck straight bar to meet em. Get there, its Kev, Karen and Jaime (friend o theirs from HS). I sit, order a beer and we chat for awhile. Then Kristen shows up (nother friend from HS). She's a fucking HOWL btw. I was crackin the hell up. When I wasn't being distracted by Karen that is. Have I mentioned her eyes? They're green. Rrrowl! So anyways, we hang out and BS for like 3 hours. Kev and Karen are going back to her place and she invites me over. Of course I'm all for it. But this conversation takes place at like 9, and we don't leave till 11, so I wasn't sure I should go considering she had to work Friday an all. But she asks me again so I go.

We get to her place and of course Kevin decides he has to go home RIGHT NOW, so its just me and Karen. I'm all *yikes!* cuz I don't really know what to expect, what with the subtleness of the flirting an all. Which, I should mention, occured the entire time we were at the bar. The looks and slight touching of knees under the table and such. And at one point, we were the only ones at the table and she opened her mouth to say something then wussed out. I'd love to know what she was gonna say. Grrr. NE ways, yeah with the high school crush type stuff. How fun is that. So. Back to the apartment, Kev has left the building. Me and Karen are watching Harold and Maude (which is a really cute movie from what I saw). I won't give you the entire play by play, cuz I'm probably the only one that wants to hear it, but at the end of the night, I was sitting on the couch with her head on a pillow on my hip and her cat in my lap. Now ya just gotta love that. And still I maintained my good behavior. Amazing ain't it? lol. Was cool tho. Got a hug, a kiss on the cheek and an order to get her number from Kevin when I left. We're gonna have big lesbo movie night sometime this week since she's seen like none of my collection. So that was Thursday.

Friday I went to Donnys and Pegs with Kev. Neither of us was really in the mood so it kinda sucked. Last night I stayed in. Now you're all up to date.