I know, I know, I KNOW!!!! I am effen lame, right?
I just needed a week off. To re-group. And it helped.
Sometimes it is hard to put what you are feeling into something tangible. Sometimes you need to keep it all to yourself.
But everything is going to be A-OK.
I hope.
Mondays sure do suck my swollen nuts. Especially when you've been at the gay bar until 1am the preceding Sunday. Watching someone you love make out with someone you didn't even know was gay. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
I had a stellar time. I caught up on my pop videos. I parked my ass at the bar and smoked some random person's Newports. Long Island pitchers were at the low low price of $12. And I still smell like smoke. Gee ross. But since I arose at 8:45am, having to be at work at 9am, the showering took a back seat.
I can hear the voice of my boss trailing down the hall right now. He was gone all last week and it was glorious! I really like the guy, but it was nice to be on my own. Since he's been gone, I can breathe for the first time, something, something YEAH YEAH!
I realized I did not have that song or Behind These Hazel Eyes when the bar played them last night. Shame on me! Hellllloooooo Lime Wire!
So this weekend was bliggity BLAH, like most weekends have been this summer. This summer can also suck on my swollen nuts. It's been a soul-sucking siege that I will never be able to fully describe. I have only done a handful of the things that I have wanted to accomplish this summer.
Did I lose 20 pounds? NO!
Did I go on a boat? NO!
Did I go camping? NO!
Did I get a new job? Fuck NO!
Did I go to the zoo? Zoo's fucking closed, Ray!
The only thing I did on my summer Checklist was go to Castaways once. What else? What else? I have some entertaining pictures and a few scratches and scrapes, but that's about it. No fun roadtrips. No hilarious hijinks. Well, a few hilarious hijinks. most of which happened Friday night, but again, something I must keep to myself in the interests of the other parties involved. Too many people I know in real life read this for some reason or another. I am NOT THAT INTERESTING, YA'LL! Take a HIKE! Remember when I was no-holds-barred and somewhat fun to read? Not anymore! Spanks a lot.
The only thing I can tell you about this weekend is that I had some QT with my Dio. Pobre cito had 2 teeth pulled on Friday and he was in no shape to par-tay. So we skipped my friends soiree and hung out on his bed Saturday night. It was nice. We've been doing a lot of that lately, in an attempt to get back to the place where we used to be. I've been leaving the hectic environment of my apartment for the peaceful tranquility of his house.
In my old age, I am starting to figure out what is important and what is not. Where I need to be and where I don't. Who I need to be with and who I need to leave behind. It took awhile, but I am getting there. Patience is a virtue.
I could really go for a Slurpee right now.
I got the below idea from my friend Randy in a post of his on Myspace. It goes hand-in-hand with the Google image thing. You type in "Your Name Is" into Google Search and copy and paste the results. I only discovered one thing about this. My name is really tied in there with God and stuff. What was my mother thinking?!?!?!
Anchors away!
Bethany is a Catholic non-profit organization and is part of the ministry of the Office for Family and Youth of the Archdiocese of Detroit.
Bethany is a village at the second milestone from Aelia [Jerusalem], ...
Bethany is as much a Christian community as it is a college.
Bethany is committed to faithfully teach the Word of God in every ministry.
Bethany is a deep well of creativity, which is the hallmark of a great artist.
Bethany is a bedroom community nestled in the northwest Oklahoma City metropolitan area.
Bethany is having a prosthetic arm fitted next month, but says that having one arm would never stop her competing.
Bethany is a loner who does things his way, which is stubbornly original.
Bethany is a triple-certified yoga instructor registered with Yoga Alliance.
Bethany is such a compassionate and beautiful person.
Bethany is seen wearing her bandana or "do rag," as she calls it.
Bethany is a happy go lucky girl.
Bethany is unwell and in our local hospital.
Bethany is tough--she�s an amateur wrestler, after all.
Bethany is bright, extremely intelligent and pretty as a picture.
So on Friday, I got an IM from my buddy Slippy Jenkins over at Liquid Generation. He sent me a link. I blindly clicked on it. And what I saw shook and disturbed me to my very core. So I thought I would pass on that joy to you all. You have to watch the whole thing. Please do not shut the window, even if you break down and cry. The end is the... piece de resistance.
HOLY CRAP. Courtsey of Slippy
Random Fact Of The Day: I have a psuedo lesbian crush on Rachel McAdams.